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.
– William Ernest Henley
There is no fear in this heart anymore. No fear of the time to come, no fear of what happened in the past. There is only persistence. The determination to get through this phase, to keep going, to be the master of my fate, and to be the captain of my soul.
There is no fear in this heart I say,
To those who look on,
I keep my fears and failures at bay,
And strive until they are gone,
It is a new day, a new beginning. You are unconquerable. Go out and do what you are afraid of.