Author’s Note
Some feelings don’t arrive gently.
They sit on the tip of your tongue, heavy and persistent, asking to be spoken–but never quite feeling safe enough to say out loud. So they get rewritten, softened, disguised. Butterflies, instead of something darker. Something truer.
This piece is about that tension–the instinct to hide, even when you want to be seen. The way vulnerability can feel less like openness and more like risk.
Sometimes we disappear not because we don’t care…
but because we care too much.
And still–there’s a part of us that keeps trying to come back.
— Rowan Evans

To Whom It May Concern…
Poetry by Rowan Evans
I’m writing this letter to spell out
what I’ve been holding inside.
I’m tired of hiding,
behind wide eyes and
white lies.
Sick of saying butterflies…
They are moths.
They flit and flutter,
light rumble
in the stomach.
Like the lanterns lit.
I’ll admit,
it makes me sick—
the way this hits.
The way it sits,
on the tip of my tongue—
your name.
It’s become a scared thing.
And I care too much,
so instincts kicked in—
I disappeared again.
Silently went within.
I try and claw my way out.
Sometimes I—
don’t know why,
I do the things I do.
Self-sabotage sometimes.
Clinging to anything
to hide behind.
To mask emotion,
to keep me safe.
Because—
vulnerability,
has not always been.
But I will
claw my way
back again. nm
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