Carve a new self from the ghost of the past,
From the tattered, the spent, the debris;
Fear no judgment by shadows cast,
Nor cold eyes, nor words left to be.
Carve a new self from the wreck of the old—
Facet by facet, let heart-ache ignite;
For why let the rivers of salt unfold,
If not to wash future shores in the light?
Carve a new self: radiant, tall,
Resilient, blooming, and free.
Defying the curses, the weight, and the fall—
The storms are now fenced by your decree.
Welcome the world, its flavors, its fire,
The master of fate, the hand that creates.
What’s carved is now written; rise from the pyre—
ASTI—the soul celebrates.
Ave - Sanctus - Ingenium - Impressio...
To Europe. The Sculpted Self
© Copyright: Айжан Усеналиева, 2026
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