I read a piece somewhere this past week which referenced a poem in text 'bloody but unbowed'. I did a bit of sleuthing and found it to be Invictus, by William Ernest Henley in 1875. (by 'sleuthing' I mean one hit of the google-drug. Good shit that - fast acting).
Its beautiful and strong. I feel like I need strength this week. And serenity and tolerance. Deep breaths; it will all be worth it. It is all worth it.
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.
Tomorrow I start finishing a new chapter.