Not all growth looks like transformation.

Some of it looks like standing still
while the world insists you should become
someone easier to digest.

This year, I’m not becoming new.
I’m becoming certain.

No Resolutions
by Rowan Evans

Happy New Year.

I’m not entering the new year with resolutions.
I’m entering it with boundaries, clarity, and a spine.

I will still write what burns.
I will still refuse to be neat.
I will still love loudly, witness fiercely,
and walk away from anything that asks me to be smaller.

If that disappoints you—
good.

I’m not here to be improved.
I’m here to be exactly myself.

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