Out of Myself

12 June 2026

https://poems.culturing.net/2026/06/12/out-of-myself/

Out of myself, into reaches unknown,
far-off spaces, the places where
ashes are always reborn into birds
whose song rises through air to remind
mankind to believe in itself, despite
evidence to the contrary...Here I will sing
and take wing against perilous doubt,
the cold fingers of dying fate, the harsh
pestilence lingering under each sighing moon.
It was never too soon to begin, it was only
the wrong appointment, the vagueness of time
still reminding, reminding of fate's cold shoulder
and the agonies of being left behind.