Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

This reflection came to me as a kind of whisper — the voice of every anxious soul who has spent years mistaking chaos for connection. The Fear of No Fear at All is not about panic, but about peace — and how frightening peace can be when you’ve learned to survive on the edge of heartbreak.
It’s about the moment you realize that being seen, truly seen, doesn’t have to hurt.

The Fear of No Fear at All
Reflection by Rowan Evans

There’s a kind of fear only the anxious understand—
not the kind that makes your pulse race,
but the kind that falls silent when something finally feels right.

When you’ve spent years waiting for the floor to collapse,
for love to turn sharp, for tenderness to vanish like smoke,
peace feels dangerous. Safety feels foreign.
Your body doesn’t trust the quiet;
it waits for the crash that never comes.

And then one day, someone walks in—
and there is no crash.
No second-guessing, no masks to hold.
You find yourself unguarded, unarmed,
and the absence of panic is the most terrifying thing of all.

Because what do you do
when love doesn’t demand that you bleed for it?
When it asks only for your truth,
your laughter, your unhidden self?

That is the fear of no fear at all—
the trembling realization that maybe,
after all this time,
you are finally safe here.

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A companion piece — the moment that inspired this realization.
✨ The Moment I Realized (Under Manila’s Setting Sun) — a vignette of confession, connection, and the beautiful terror of truth.