Have you ever read something that just reached out to you? Like the author knew your struggles and wrote them down for you. Or something that just moves you? Something profound. That you relate you. Or just love for no reason other than it makes you feel.
I have a few things like this. The most recent is Invictus 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.
It makes me want to write. But at the same time, I don’t think anything I could write would measure up to it. It’s beautiful. Like Henley is reaching out across time, through pages and years, to hold my hand. Pat it whilst saying ‘I understand. I get you.’
Reading this makes me feel strong and proud, and I don’t know why. Perhaps he is right. I am unconquerable. I am the captain of my soul.
What books/poems/songs etc make you feel?
Take care of you.