Author’s Note

Not a Whisper is a declaration of presence, defiance, and the choice to live loudly even in the face of despair. It is a celebration of vulnerability as strength, and a reminder that leaving a mark on the world—through words, actions, or simply by existing—is a radical act of courage.

This piece is written for anyone who has ever felt like fading into silence. It is a call to blaze, to roar, and to claim your space unapologetically. Let it be a lantern in the dark, a spark for the weary, and a testament that even in our final moments, we can leave brilliance behind.

Not a Whisper
Poetry by Rowan Evans

For those who refuse to fade silently.

In the pastel twilight where shadows entwine,
I stand at the edge, where darkness and light align.
Not with a whisper shall I slip from this realm,
But with a scream, a bang—I take the helm.

I want my exit to echo, a thunderous sound,
A ripple of strength in the silence profound.
With each word I write, may my spirit take flight,
Leaving behind traces of shimmering light.

For life is a canvas, painted in hues
Of laughter and heartache, the joy and the blues.
I won’t fade like the dusk, soft and subdued,
But blaze like a comet, fierce and imbued.

I’ll cast off the shadows that darken the skies,
With vibrant explosions that shatter the lies.
In the depths of despair, I wield my sharp pen
To carve out a legacy that rises again.

A testament bold, in the ink of my tears,
A symphony sung through the echo of years.
I forge in the fire my soul’s purest art,
Uplifting the weary, igniting the heart.

When I’m gone, let my laughter resound in the air,
Like a wild, raging storm—untamed, rare.
May my spirit linger, a beacon of grace,
Shining through darkness, time’s cold embrace.

I seek not to vanish, a ghost in the night,
But to burst forth with brilliance, a brilliant delight.
For in vulnerability, true power is found,
In lifting each other, our spirits unbound.

So, let me depart not in silence or fear,
But in vibrant defiance, my purpose made clear.
With a scream that ignites and a bang that reverberates,
I leave behind light, as my heart resonates.

For when shadows encroach and the world feels unfair,
May my words be the lanterns, lighting the air.
Not a whisper, but a roar, as I take my last breath,
A legacy blooming, transcending even death.

For more of my poetry, visit The Library of Ashes.