D-Blog Week 2013 – Day 6: I don’t paint, I don’t write poetry, I don’t play any music. I could sit and come up with something because I’m creative, but instead I have chosen to share a poem about resilience, the ability to recover readily from illness, depression, adversity, or the like.
I believe we’re all resilient when living with a chronic condition. We get knocked down, we get back up and keep on going no matter what. Mostly because we have no choice, but also because it makes us stronger.
by William Ernest Henley (1849 – 1903)
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.
Listen to the poem on Classic Poetry Aloud.