Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain of my soul.



This is my favorite poem because it caught me off guard.  In the beginning, everything seems so hopeless.  By the end of the poem, I feel like I can conquer the world on the back of a giant Alaskan Malamute.  Its just great.

Conscience

I am simmering rage which dwells in a man’s heart
the one that steals their souls for my own.
I am the sinking grief that must be a big part
of what you feel for me to take hold.
I am the hatred that is foul acts start
and no one dear do I know.

I am fear that must be so strong
for a person to do my will.
I am the whispers that you have heard all along
ones that mighty men shy away from.
I am the thing that you will become before long
for I am the need for revenge.

4-9-15 Update

Over the last month or so I've been working on a collection of work in Creative Writing class.  Most of it was poetry, there were two short stories, and I'm pretty proud of a couple of them.  My favorite is a piece called "Conscience" based off of The Count of Mote Cristo but it can stand alone, too.  Id like to share it soon.  I would also like to share my favorite poem, Invictus by William Ernest Henley For now, I'm just going to bask in the fact that I created a collection in high school.  Oh, writing that feels so good.