It was in the 6th grade when I learned to write poetry for the first time. Hearing praises for my assignments – they encouraged me to keep writing them in my spare time. It was then that I took an interest in others’ work.
Old poetry confused me because the English language was much different back then. Invictus became one of my favorite poems of all time. I did not discover it until I was 15 but it spoke volumes to me at a time when I needed direction in my life. To me, I interpreted this poem that it’s ok to listen to your own voice and decide things for what you truly believe is best for you.
The word “Invictus” is actually Latin which means unconquered.
Poetry tends to be shorter than stories which I found appealing because in the time I can read one story or book I could read many poems. There is also something fun about them in a sense that you can sit there and try to interpret what the writer was trying to portray OR you can just take the poem for what it is and apply how you can relate to it.
Written 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.