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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: self-awareness

  • Etched in Memory | A Poem About Restraint, Truth, and the Weight of Words

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    This poem came from the space between impulse and consequence—the moment when truth is sharp enough to wound, and restraint becomes a form of survival. Etched in Memory is about knowing exactly how much damage your words can do, and choosing silence not because you are wrong, but because you are precise.

    Some of us learn early that a look can say too much, that honesty—when fully unleashed—doesn’t fade. It marks. It lingers. It becomes permanent.

    This piece is a quiet confession of power held back, of violence softened into poetry, of restraint learned the hard way. Not because the truth wasn’t there—but because it would have lasted.

    — Rowan Evans

    A shadowed figure looking away as dark ink bleeds from their eyes, symbolizing restraint, silence, and words etched into memory.
    Some truths don’t need to be spoken to be permanent.

    Etched in Memory
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    My eyes learned restraint—
    before my mouth ever did.
    So I wouldn’t betray myself
    when I talked my shit.

    It was all—
    facts (fax), no printer.
    I did not
    speak a lie.

    But I
    would try
    not to speak at all.

    Because my eyes
    learned restraint—
    before my mouth ever did.

    Yet, they would
    always
    push me.

    Until…

    I would
    poetically
    dissect them—

    methodically
    dismember,
    until they
    remember.
    My words
    etched
    in memory.

    But my eyes
    learned restraint—
    before my mouth ever did.

    So I look away…

    to stop this shit.

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

  • Can You Sit With Yourself? | A Poem About Self-Confrontation and Inner Truth

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Sometimes the hardest place to be is alone with your own thoughts.
    Not distracted. Not performing. Not numbed.
    Just you—unfiltered, unguarded, uncomfortably present.

    This piece isn’t about self-love as a slogan.
    It’s about self-confrontation.
    About whether you can remain seated when there’s no one left to impress, no one left to blame, and no one left to lean on.

    Because growth doesn’t begin when things feel good.
    It begins when you stop running.

    — Rowan Evans

    A solitary person sitting quietly in a dim room, symbolizing self-reflection and inner confrontation.
    Sometimes the hardest company to keep is your own.

    Can You Sit With Yourself?
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Can you sit
    with yourself?
    Not on a pedestal,
    not on a shelf—
    can you fucking
    sit with your
    self?

    In your thoughts,
    in your mind—
    can you wander,
    can you stroll,
    or would you be
    troubled
    by what you find?

    Would you bend,
    or break—
    could you carry
    the weight?

    Fight the urge
    to turn,
    to run.

    Could you stay…

    or would you be
    troubled
    enough
    to leave?

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