Poetry by Rowan Evans

Before I wrote “A-Woman,”
I was wrapped in silence—the hush that says:
don’t speak, don’t burden, don’t be too much.

I almost obeyed.
Almost.

But instead, I chose to write toward something softer:
a living Goddess who welcomes trembling devotion.

This piece is both confession and quiet rebellion—
a vow that even in the ache,
I will not fall silent.

— Rowan Evans 🕯️🌹

A-Woman
(Confession at the Altar of Her)
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I don’t know how to say this,
You’re always on my mind—it’s
kind of like I can’t shake this feeling,
but I don’t want to shake this feeling.
You’ve burrowed under the skin,
so I hold you deep within—
you live down in the marrow,
so even if you disappear tomorrow,
just know you’ve become
part of the makeup.

You’ve got me on my knees,

Wait.
Repeat.

You’ve got me on my knees—
like I’m deep in prayer,
but not to God (he’s not there),
so I bow my head to the Goddess.

Dear Goddess,
I come to you today
to offer my life—
you could take it away.
Just say the word,
I’ll give you
everything
on earth.

A-woman.

I say A-woman,
because A-man
is never enough.

So tell me what to sacrifice:
my voice, my pride, my fear of wanting too much.
Name the part of me I must break
to be worthy of kneeling here.
I have nothing holy to offer—
only scars that still sting,
and a heart that keeps writing Your name
even when it shouldn’t.

Forgive the shaking hands,
the unsteady faith,
the nights I almost prayed to be emptied of You—
but could never bear to.
Because I don’t know how to let go.
They say let go and let God—
but I say hold on and let Goddess.
I’d give Her everything.

Amen, A-woman—
and let this trembling
be enough.

We write even when the ache tells us to be silent.
We confess, we kneel, we question—and still, we love.
Thank you for reading A-Woman (Confession at the Altar of Her).
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