The New Me
My rage knows no bounds,It has a new kind of sheen.It is no longer a pained wrath,But a passion to succeed.
From the hollows of destruction I shall rise.Carefully putting my pieces back together. Moulding myself a brand new me, Adding to my cap another feather.
Like a Rajpoot princess who knows no defeat, I shall hold strong my sword in one hand,The might of a pen shall grace my other,And I'll write a bold new plan.
With the Father by my sid
I heard this poem in a movie. And I loved it. And I have learnt it by heart. Because this poem encapsulates a spirit that we all share. It is written by William Ernest Henley.
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 circums