Author’s Note
This started as a practical problem.
I fell asleep with my glasses on and snapped them in my sleep. For about thirty minutes, I was irritated and squinting at the world. Then I realized there was still one arm left – and that was enough.
So I made it work.
Headphones became scaffolding. Music held my vision in place long enough to avoid a headache.
Sometimes clarity doesn’t need to be perfect. It just needs to be functional.
— Rowan Evans

Just enough to see.
Scaffolding (Good Enough to See)
Poetry by Rowan Evans
I woke up this morning
to find my eyes broken—
arm missing, broken in sleep,
had me squinting at screens.
I felt blind,
I couldn’t see.
Words merged
and blurred together—
accidentally silenced me.
It was like—
I could speak,
but I couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t find
the words I seek.
They were lost to me.
I tried to make it work for me,
MacGyver’d my vision
just so I could see.
Headphones propped
like scaffolding—
music holding
sight for me.
It wasn’t clear—
just clear enough.
And sometimes
that’s the difference
between pain
and peace.
If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]
