I don’t remember if I had to memorize this in high school or I chose to, but when President Obama quoted from it in his eulogy for Nelson Mandela, it brought this poem to mind. It so reminds me of where I find myself now.
“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.