Author’s Note

This poem isn’t about skill.
It’s about orientation.

Some people write to be understood.
Some people write because silence feels lethal.

This piece is for the ones who learned to live in the deep—
who didn’t choose intensity so much as need it to breathe.

It isn’t an accusation.
It’s a recognition.

Not everyone was taught that the ocean is real.

Depths
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I write
like I might
die, if I don’t.

You write
like you’re trying
to pen
the perfect quote.

We are not the same.

But you
are not to blame.
It’s not on you
to carry
society’s shame.

They went shallow,
and punished the depths.

Closing Note

Some of us learned
to breathe underwater.

Some of us
were told
the ocean
was a lie.

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