✒️ Author’s Note

This poem began as a joke, but like most of my writing, the joke carried a confession inside it. Letters to Heaven (Return to Sender) is about doubt, disappointment, and the absurdity of trying to speak to a God who may not be listening. It’s blasphemous, yes, but also tender in its own crooked way—a reminder that sometimes laughter is the only prayer we have left.

Letters to Heaven (Return to Sender)
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I used to talk to God,
but he turned his back on me.
I probably deserved it,
for what? I don’t know exactly.
Could be
I’m a heathen, maybe?

Now I don’t talk much,
anxiety has me all fucked up.
So I write letters to the Heavens,
but I write the address
too sloppily.

I used to talk to God,
but now I’m not sure I believe—
so I write letters to Santa instead,
but I’m dyslexic so all my mail
ends up where I’m headed.

If this didn’t hit, don’t walk away yet. My work shifts shapes—you’ll find your reflection somewhere in The Library of Ashes. And if nothing I’ve posted fits you now, keep checking back; you’ll see yourself in the ink soon enough.