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.

by William Ernest Henley

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Powerful....I shall rise again.
Dynamic! Powerful!
Can someone explain to me why it's a freedom poem?
a real inspiration seasoned with enough conviction. for I am the master of my fate for I am the captain of my soul.
Strangely enough, this poem got me through learning to walk again, and I only found out years later that Henley wrote this after losing his leg, and that he was friends with Robert Louis Stevenson, and was the inspiration for Long John Silver.
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