Invictus

We read this today in my lit class and the entire time, my head was screaming, "JACK SHEPHARD". Does this not remind you of him in every way?



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 cluth 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.




I am convinced this poem was written for Jack. (Never mind that it was written more than a century before he existed...) His steadfast nature. His inability to waver from truth and goodness. His reliance on fact and consequence. His hard-headed, enduring personality. God, I just read this over and over and got so emotional thinking of everything Jack went through, and how this poem depicts him almost perfectly. Anyway, thought I'd share.