(This poem was Inspired by the 23rd psalm 'n' the poem Invictus written by William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)
Sore as hell’s depth away from Mercy’s Coast,
The thick clouds of shadows that embraced my Bole.
Through the fierce winds that did me Howl,
I adulate the heavenly Host.
For my undaunted Spirit.
Tore by Situation’s claws Bits by Bit
Tossed by the hurricane of Fate,
My faith falter not nor Quit.
Dealt the violent bout of Bate,
I remain bloodied but unbowed.
Though I sail thru’ Scylla’s Shore
Encompassed by the insidious cohort’s of Fiends
When seduced by life’s slyly Whore
And Squeezed by Treacherous Friends
I shall remain unshaken
It matters not the foe nor the arsenals
I did combat. I am the Architect of my Destiny.
I am the Premier of my Fate when courage leaks ‘n’ defeat gnarls
Though I fail at life’s every scrutiny,
I shall not surrender. The darkest night nor storm beside,
I am the Commander of my Soul.
’Tis not for the Stars nor Chance to will, ‘tis mine to decide
I've conquered
Dave BenOdafe
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ve-conquered/
