Author’s Note

This piece came from a quiet moment of doubt. Not the kind that makes you quit – the kind that makes you question the cost of what you’re chasing.

Sometimes ambition feels heavy. Sometimes the version of yourself you have to become feels unfamiliar. This poem is less bout certainty and more about motion.

I didn’t write it to motivate anyone else. I wrote it because I needed to remember that progress doesn’t require a map – just movement.

— Rowan Evans

Momentum
Poetry by Rowan Evans

When every thought
is focused on
the goals you’ve got,
but they come
with tremendous cost.
What do you do
when you feel lost?

You breathe.
You stall.
You stare at the ceiling
like it owes you answers.

You hold your goals
like they’re burning in your hands—
beautiful,
but blistering.

You wonder
if the cost is worth the climb,
if the climb is worth the view,
if the view is worth the version of you
you’ll have to become
to reach it.

And still—
you keep going.
Not because you’re certain,
but because something in you refuses
to stay small.

What do you do?
You take one step.
Then another.
And another.

You don’t need a map.
You just need momentum.

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