Author’s Note

Some poems change because the poet changes.

Kintsugi Sunrise (Remix) returns to a piece I first wrote in January 2024—a poem born from a mind trying to survive its own cracks. The original captured the feeling from inside the storm. This version comes back to the same landscape with a little more distance, a little more clarity, and a different relationship with the person standing among the broken pieces.

The cracks are still part of the picture. So is the gold.

But this time, the sunrise feels less like something I am desperately waiting for and more like something I have finally learned to recognize.

The original was about trying to become whole.

The remix is about realizing I was already becoming something new.

— Rowan Evans

Kintsugi Sunrise (Remix)
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Apologies whispered—

I had to disappear for a while,
retreat inside my mind,
try to rewire—

cause I was feeling broken,
shattered.

There were cracks in my psyche,
twisting thoughts inside me—

telling me I’m worthless—

every night I’d drift
into a hell scape—
stuck in my mind’s cage.

So I’d sit inside my mind,
filling cracks with gold—
finding beauty in the pain,
performing kintsugi on my brain.

And the pain eased,
clouds lifted—

something shifted—

no more skies of grey.

Finally, I could sit and watch
the sun rise on a new day—
my outlook had changed.

Now I look to the future—

with hope.

Journey into the Hexverse

[Half a Picture]
What happens when someone falls in love with the person they discover through your poetry? Half a Picture explores the strange intimacy between writer and reader—and the distance between seeing someone’s mind through their words and truly knowing the whole person.

[For the Youth (Remix)]
A 2026 remix of Rowan Evans’s original 2024 poem, encouraging young people to embrace their truth, recognize their worth, raise their voices, and become the light they want to see in the world.

[All for Me]
When thunder becomes applause, lightning turns into paparazzi, and rain rolls out a flooded red carpet, one poet starts wondering whether nature’s celebration has gone a little too far.

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