Sunday, March 27, 2011

jealousy...

Invictus.
By William Ernest Henley.

This poem has so much power. so much strength.
"I thank whatever gids may be For my unconquerable soul."
It talks about the crazy misfortunes, but powerful and conquerable he still comes out on top.
Words of confidence.
I wish I had the strength to be this powerful.
This powerful over myself.
To keep pushing, keep fighting, come off unconquerable.

Ms.S

1 comment:

  1. agreed! i love this poem! i love your perception on it! good thinking

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