"they are just words, but the helped me stand when all I wanted to do was lie down".
And that is exactly what the poem 'Invictus', by William Ernest Henley, after which the film was so aptly named, means to me. That little or big push when I'm down in the dumps or just overwhelmed. And a reminder that things for me, are really not that bad, and many others suffer worse.
Invictus (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 punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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