Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

There’s a kind of disconnection that goes beyond mood or circumstance.

It’s not just about having a bad day, or feeling out of place for a moment. It’s deeper than that—like something fundamental doesn’t line up. Like the life you’re living doesn’t match the shape of who you are.

For a long time, I tried to understand that feeling as something internal. Something to fix, adjust, or push through.

But this piece comes from questioning that.

From considering that maybe the discomfort isn’t a flaw—
maybe it’s misalignment.

Maybe it’s the result of existing in a space that doesn’t reflect you, doesn’t hear you, doesn’t hold the parts of you that matter.

And maybe the answer isn’t to force yourself to fit—
but to find where you already do.

— Rowan Evans

The Wrong Side of the Globe
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I wake up—
not just on
the wrong side
of the bed.

I wake up
on the wrong
side of the globe—

in a life
that doesn’t fit
the shape of me

I wake up
in a timezone
my body refuses,
in a climate
my skin protests,
in a country
my soul didn’t choose.

I wake up
as the wrong version
of myself,
a silhouette
in someone else’s dawn,
a life misaligned
with its own pulse—

speaking a language
this place won’t hear,
carrying histories
this soil won’t hold,
belonging to a map
not on the wall.

I wake up…

in a morning
meant for someone else.

In a season
I wasn’t built for.

In a story
I don’t remember choosing.

I wake up
already tired
from carrying a life
that was never mine…

I wake up
wanting a world
that fits my outline—

a morning
that knows my name.

So I drift off—
falling into sleep,
praying that I…

wake up
to a place
that feels like mine,

a life
that finally fits—

the shape of me.

Journey into the Hexverse!

[Where the Tide Calls Me]
What if feeling stuck isn’t about being lost—but about resisting where you’re meant to go? Where the Tide Calls Me explores belonging, movement, and the courage to follow an unseen pull.

[I Was Already On My Way]
What if the places that call to you aren’t random? I Was Already On My Way explores identity, travel, and the realization that some paths have been forming long before we recognize them.

[Of No Single Nation]
What if belonging isn’t tied to where you’re from? Of No Single Nation explores identity beyond borders, reframing home as something found in connection rather than geography.

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