i thank whatever gods may be/ for my unconquerable soul/ i am the master of my fate:/ i am the captain of my soul.”
it strikes a cord. it’s in harmony with what i’m writing and the me i’m constantly dreaming of. so i google it… and learn that invuctus (latin for unconquered) is a poem by William Ernest Henley written in 1875: i’m brought to tears as i read the powerful verse.
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.
~ William Ernest Henley
i find myself in it and i know that the universe, my ancestors, will not let me sink into the black hole. my whole body has started to shake and i’m letting my tears wash me down…
[sho’t left – short left – is a South Africanism used to indicated to the taxi driver that you’re getting off at the next left street corner]