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 strait the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

"Invictus" by William Ernest Henley

I love this poem, and I've carried it around with me since high school. That's 10 years, 5 moves, and numerous life events ago. Everywhere I've lived I've tacked it onto my fridge, so I can be reminded of no matter how bad things can be, I am the only one in charge of my fate. No matter how broken, bloody, or beaten I may have been I've kept my head up and soldiered on.

Just thought I'd share it in case anyone needed some inspiration. :)