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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: global perspective

  • I Was Already On My Way – A Poem About Identity, Travel, and Finding Your Direction

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Some things don’t arrive all at once.

    They show up in fragments–small moments, passing interests, people you meet, places that linger in your thoughts longer than they should.

    At first, it feels random.

    Disconnected.

    But over time, patterns start to form.

    This piece comes from recognizing one of those patterns.

    Looking back and realizing that what felt like curiosity… was actually direction. That the pull I kept feeling wasn’t new–it was something that had been building quietly for years.

    And maybe that’s what alignment feels like.

    Not a sudden shift.

    But a slow realization that you’ve been moving toward something long before you understood why.

    — Rowan Evans

    Person standing at a crossroads with signs pointing toward distant cities symbolizing life direction and travel.
    Some paths don’t begin when you choose them—they’ve been forming long before you realize you’re on them.

    They say—
    you’re an American,
    you can’t change it.
    It runs through the blood,
    burrows in the marrow.
    You’re an American today,
    you’ll be one tomorrow.

    Sure—
    that’s true.

    American is the label
    I wear.

    But it’s not the one
    I claim.

    These are the lands
    I was born in—
    but they’ve never
    been home.

    I’ve known
    since I was fourteen
    I was meant
    to leave.

    Started planning
    at seventeen.

    Eighteen—
    applied for a job
    in Japan.

    I pictured
    walking Tokyo’s streets,
    slipping through alleyways—

    a quiet life
    in a city alive.

    Nineteen—
    felt the pull
    of Korea,
    the hum of Seoul
    in my soul.

    Twenty—
    I wandered China
    in my mind.

    But it never felt
    quite right.

    So I kept searching,
    listening
    to the shifts
    inside.

    And then—

    a pattern emerged.

    I didn’t notice it
    at first.

    Manila.
    The Philippines.

    A thread
    that’s been there
    since I was eighteen.

    Subtle—
    at the start.

    Two kids
    I took
    under my wing.

    That’s how it began.

    And then it kept appearing—
    in the friends
    I met online,

    in the people
    I was drawn to.

    It felt like
    a magnetic pull.

    In the last year—
    maybe more—

    it’s become stronger
    than ever before.

    And somewhere
    in that pull—

    is her.

    Not the reason—

    but proof

    that I was already
    on my way.

    This doesn’t feel
    like curiosity anymore.

    It feels like alignment.

    Like something in me
    has been pointing
    in one direction
    all along—

    and I’m only now
    choosing
    to follow it.

    Journey into the Hexverse!

    [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.

    [Coordinated of Escape]
    A deeply introspective poem about overthinking, emotional loops, and the desire to start over. Coordinates of Escape traces the journey from internal chaos to a deliberate destination—both physical and personal.

    [Of No Single Nation]
    What if belonging isn’t tied to where you’re from? Of No Single Nation explores identity beyond borders, reframing home as something found in connection rather than geography.

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

  • Of No Single Nation – A Poem About Identity, Belonging, and Life Beyond Borders

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    I’ve never felt fully defined by where I’m from.

    Not in a rejection of place—but in a quiet understanding that identity doesn’t always root itself in geography. That sometimes, belonging isn’t tied to land, language, or nationality… but to connection.

    To the people who make you feel understood. To the moments where distance doesn’t matter as much as recognition.

    This piece comes from that perspective.

    From existing in between—carrying pieces of different cultures, different influences, different ways of seeing the world, without feeling the need to choose just one.

    Not unrooted.

    Just… rooted differently.

    — Rowan Evans

    Person standing between blended landscapes with fading borders symbolizing identity beyond nations.
    Some people aren’t rooted in places—they’re rooted in connection.

    Of No Single Nation
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I am of global mind—
    I claim no nation as mine.

    My empathy stretches
    beyond borders,
    past the fences people build
    to feel safe.

    Because I learned early
    that home is not a place
    you inherit.

    It’s something you find
    in the people
    who make your chest
    feel less heavy.

    I was never meant
    to fit inside a flag.

    My heart speaks
    in borrowed languages,
    my belonging scattered
    across timelines
    and skylines
    I haven’t touched yet.

    I will continue
    reaching for anyone
    who feels unrooted,
    unclaimed,
    unbelonging.

    Maybe that’s why
    I recognize myself
    in strangers
    more than in the soil
    I was born on.

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

  • Not the Default – A Poem About Perspective, Borders & Questioning Propaganda

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    This piece isn’t anti-anyone. It isn’t even anti-country.

    It’s about perspective.

    Growing up inside any system makes it easy to believe that your experience is the default setting for the world. But no nation is immune to propaganda, and no culture holds a monopoly on truth.

    Not the Default is a reminder — to myself as much as anyone else — to question comfortably inherited narratives, to look beyond borders, and to understand that expanding your worldview isn’t betrayal… it’s growth.

    — Rowan Evans

    A cracked globe in dark space with glowing artificial border lines across its surface.
    “The border isn’t the edge of the world — just the edge of your comfort.”

    Not the Default
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Oh, you sound
    so surprised—
    like you think
    our government
    never lies.

    Like propaganda
    is a foreign concept,
    something they do
    but never us.
    But what do you
    know of China, bruh?

    I’m not trying
    to shatter
    your mind.

    I’m just saying—
    expand
    your world view.
    Look beyond
    the borders.

    See that your life
    is not
    the default.
    Things are different
    all across
    the globe.

    But the sad truth is—
    some of us
    were taught
    to never question
    our own.

    The border isn’t the edge
    of the world—
    just the edge
    of your comfort.

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