How much of what happens in our lives do we actually control? -- as you read “Invictus.” In what ways does the poem address this question? Support your answer with evidence from the text.

each morning i wrote my name

on the dusty cabinet, then crossed

the dining table in script, scrawled

in capitals on the backs of chairs,

practicing signatures like scales

while mother followed squirting

linseed from a burping can

the answer is c) !