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

4 Responses to “Invictus”

  1. Will

    Does anyone else see the applicability of this poem to CrossFit?

    I hate poetry, but I love this poem.

  2. Mary Mickley

    Funny, but I always tell people they are captains of their own ships when it comes to personal choices and/ or decisions. I have never read this poem before, but yes, I believe my choices now give me a sense of peace and calm in regard to my future. Love it!

  3. Andy Solvie

    My favorite is Dylan Thomas; Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night. What is the WOD by the way?