Henley's poem is at the end. He wrote it aged 16 when he was facing the amputation of a second leg. It has got me through some tough times.
The darkest hour of the bleakest night Hours until the dawning light Shadowed wings of doubt take flight The horrors in my mind ascending Fear it seems is never ending
INVICTUS 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.