Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

This poem is about safety—not the kind that cages, but the kind that invites you to stay. It’s about finding someone who doesn’t demand your strength or survival instincts, only your honesty. Someone who makes asking for help feel like an act of trust rather than surrender.

1-4-3 is a quiet confession of rootedness. Of choosing presence over flight. Of love that doesn’t chase or trap, but steadies.

Sometimes the bravest thing we do
is stop running—and stay.

— Rowan Evans

1-4-3
Poetry by Rowan Evans

1-4-3 My Muse Avenue,
where I dwell—
where the words swell.
Girl, you don’t understand;
you inspire my ink well.

When I feel lost,
and in need of help,
it’s you I turn to.
Not because I expect you to fix me—
simply because
you make it safe enough to ask.

And that’s no small feat,
because fear
used to run my feet.
Any time I felt safe,
any flicker of hope in my chest,
my feet would begin to move.

But this time?
They stay planted—
firm, like roots,
unwilling to move.
Because you…

you make it so easy
to want to stay.

Mahal kita, mahal ko—
tahanan ko.

If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]