Author’s Note

I’ve never felt fully defined by where I’m from.

Not in a rejection of place—but in a quiet understanding that identity doesn’t always root itself in geography. That sometimes, belonging isn’t tied to land, language, or nationality… but to connection.

To the people who make you feel understood. To the moments where distance doesn’t matter as much as recognition.

This piece comes from that perspective.

From existing in between—carrying pieces of different cultures, different influences, different ways of seeing the world, without feeling the need to choose just one.

Not unrooted.

Just… rooted differently.

— Rowan Evans

Of No Single Nation
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I am of global mind—
I claim no nation as mine.

My empathy stretches
beyond borders,
past the fences people build
to feel safe.

Because I learned early
that home is not a place
you inherit.

It’s something you find
in the people
who make your chest
feel less heavy.

I was never meant
to fit inside a flag.

My heart speaks
in borrowed languages,
my belonging scattered
across timelines
and skylines
I haven’t touched yet.

I will continue
reaching for anyone
who feels unrooted,
unclaimed,
unbelonging.

Maybe that’s why
I recognize myself
in strangers
more than in the soil
I was born on.

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