Author’s Note

Lately I’ve been writing a lot about threads – those quiet lines of connection that keep us tethered when our minds drift too far from ourselves.

This poem grew out of that same idea. Sometimes the way back isn’t a sudden realization or a dramatic turning point. Sometimes it’s just a familiar voice, a face appearing in the fog, a thread you didn’t realize you were holding onto until you followed it home.

— Rowan Evans

Following the Thread
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I was gone
for a long time.
Not in body,
but in my mind—
I was wandering,
unsure of what
I thought I’d find.

I was walking
with eyes closed,
balancing tightropes,
and I had high hopes—
that things would work out
in the end.
But I was dreaming.

The only thing
that opened my eyes,
your face
catching me by surprise.
Your voice
cutting through silence,
a common thread
guiding me through the fog.

Night after night,
dream after dream—
the same thread
leading me
through mental scenes.
And somehow,
by following you,
I found my way
back to me.

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