🌒 Invocation
For the Wounded and Weary

Come, you who ache quietly,
you who carry grief like a second skin.
Enter this space —
not to be fixed,
but to be witnessed.
This is not a cure,
but a candle.
Let it flicker for you.


Pastel sunrise breaking through grey clouds over a misty landscape, symbolizing hope and solace.
Hope shines brightest through the darkest clouds — ‘You’re Not Alone,’ a poem by Rowan Evans.

You’re Not Alone
Poetry by Rowan Evans

In the pastel shades of a world painted grey,
I see you standing, lost, in the fray.
When the weight of your sorrow feels too much to bear,
Know I’m here with you, always, I swear.

Through the storms that rage, the endless rain,
When your heart feels heavy, suffocated by pain,
I’ll be your shelter, your place to rest,
When you feel you’ve given all, I’ll give my best.

You’re not alone in this shadowed night,
Together we’ll chase away the fear, ignite the light.
For every tear that falls, I’ll catch it in my hand,
And plant a seed of hope where despair used to stand.

When the world feels too sharp, too jagged to touch,
And even breathing feels like asking too much,
Know that I’m here, a whisper, a friend,
A quiet presence with an ear to lend.

I’ll shoulder your pain, take some of the load,
Walk beside you on this harrowing road.
When the clouds seem too thick and the sun’s lost its glow,
Remember my voice, my promise: you’re not alone.

In the darkest hours when your soul feels small,
I’ll be in your corner, catch you when you fall.
For even when you feel you’re at the end of your fight,
I’ll be the flame that rekindles your light.

So, lean on me, friend, and trust in this bond,
We’ll walk through the rain, from dusk until dawn.
Together, we’ll face whatever may come,
You’re not alone—you’re never on your own.


🌓 Benediction
For the Ones Still Holding On

Go now with the knowing:
You are not too much.
You are not too broken.
You are not alone.
And even when your hands shake,
you are still worthy of being held.
Let the poem walk with you awhile.


Read Next (Suggestions)

[Tip the Chair] — Neo-Gothic Confessional Poem
[The Gospel According to the Girl in the Graveyard Dress] — Neo-Gothic Confessional Poem
[The Hopeless Romantic Wears Armor] — Neo-Gothic Confessional Romanticism Poem
[Luminescence &  Shadow: A Forbidden Litany] — A Neo-Gothic Confessional Narrative Poem
[A-Woman (Confessional at the Altar of Her)] — A Neo-Gothic Confessional Romanticism Poem

Or explore the full archive in [The Library of Ashes]—and if your own confession aches to be written, [commission a custom poem here].

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