Author’s Note

There’s a difference between feeling stuck… and being somewhere you were never meant to stay.

For a long time, I couldn’t tell which one I was experiencing.

It felt like I was standing still—like something in my life wasn’t moving forward, like I was waiting for a shift that never came. But the more I sat with that feeling, the more it started to change.

It stopped feeling like stillness.

And started feeling like resistance.

This piece comes from that realization.

That sometimes the discomfort isn’t because you’re lost—
it’s because something in you is trying to move, and you haven’t let it yet.

Not every path is meant to be walked on solid ground.

Some of them ask you to trust the pull…
and step into something uncertain.

— Rowan Evans

Where the Tide Calls Me
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Do you ever feel stuck?
Like you could stand on the ledge,
overlooking everything
and just scream—

Do you ever feel
you’re all out of luck?
No matter how hard you try,
it’s still a struggle to get by.

Like the shores
you walk,
were never your own.

The waves would talk,
whispering of home.
A land far away
from where I was born.

The world keeps saying
this is where I belong,
but the sea says otherwise.

So I—
wade into the waves,
praying for better days,
searching for a new place.

Eyes focused.

Ears turned
and listening.

I used to feel stuck—
like the ledge was the only place
I could breathe.

But now,
with the water rising around my feet,
I finally understand:

I was never meant
to stand above the world
and scream.

I was meant
to follow the tide.

I walk deeper,
letting the water rise—
because some of us
aren’t called
to stay on land.

And when the waves call—
I answer.

Not with fear,
not with doubt,
but with the quiet certainty
that home
is not where I started…

but where the tide
is pulling me.

Journey into the Hexverse!

[I Was Already On My Way]
What if the places that call to you aren’t random? I Was Already On My Way explores identity, travel, and the realization that some paths have been forming long before we recognize them.

[121° East]
A single line of longitude becomes something more—a reflection of distance, identity, and the quiet decision to become who you were always meant to be.

[The Quiet Inside the Noise]
What happens when a restless mind finally quiets—not by silence, but by focusing on one person? The Quiet Inside the Noise explores love, fixation, and finding calm in connection.

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