Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

Some poems are meant to be complicated. This isn’t one of them.

I wrote You Are Perfect as a reminder that our flaws don’t cancel our worth. We spend so much time measuring ourselves against impossible standards or letting other people decide what we’re worth that we forget something simple: being imperfect is part of being human.

This poem isn’t saying you’ll never struggle or never doubt yourself. It’s saying those struggles don’t make you less deserving of love, respect, or compassion.

If these words found you on a difficult day, I hope you borrow them until you can believe them for yourself.

— Rowan Evans

You Are Perfect
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Dear,
whoever needs
to hear this—

you’re worth it,
flaws and all—
you’re perfect.

So don’t let others
tear you down,
and tell you
what your worth is.

Keep your chin up—
even when it’s hard.

Don’t let the spectators
see you sweat.
Don’t let them see the tears,
or the weight on your neck.

Because not everyone
knows how to be a witness—
sometimes they don’t
have your best in mind.

They want to see you fail,
they want to see you small.
So keep your chin up,
and stand tall—

because it’s like I said
in lines three through six:

Hear this—

you are worth it,
with your flaws and all—

Journey into the Hexverse…

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[A Rose in the Ashes]
Lost within a forest where every leaf becomes a memory, the speaker follows darkness instead of fleeing from it, discovering that healing isn’t found at the end of the tunnel—but in facing the past long enough to notice a single rose blooming through the ashes.

[Where the Metaphors Lead]
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[Through My View]
No two people experience the world the same way. Through My View is a reflective free verse poem exploring perspective, imagination, and the impossibility of fully seeing through another person’s eyes.

[Just Human]
Just Human is a reflective free verse poem about seeing people before borders, choosing empathy over division, and finding home in our shared humanity rather than on a map.

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