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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: Self-Expression

  • I Am Not Your Puzzle – A Poetic Exploration of Identity, Duality & Self

    Rowan Evans

    Introduction

    This piece explores the tension between external assumptions and inner truth. It reflects on dualities of identity—masculine and feminine, strength and softness, approachability and untouchability—and celebrates the uncontainable self. It is a declaration: I will not conform to expectations; I am fully, unapologetically me.

    Ethereal figure at stormy ocean edge, blending masculine and feminine features, half in sunlight, half in shadow, representing paradox and self-identity.
    “I am fire wrapped in silk. A storm brushing against calm. I am not your puzzle. I am me.”

    I Am Not Your Puzzle
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    They stare.
    They whisper.
    They assign me shapes that do not exist.

    “Man.”
    “Woman.”
    “Something else.”
    All wrong.

    I am fire wrapped in silk,
    a storm brushing against the calm,
    the knife that softens,
    the hand that strikes,
    the laugh that shatters silence.

    They want to understand me.
    They cannot.
    I am not a riddle to solve,
    not a lesson for their comfort.
    I am not for your ease,
    not for your comprehension.
    I am me.

    Masculine. Feminine. Both. Neither.
    A contradiction that hums beneath skin,
    that bends time and expectation,
    that exists fully
    even when the world cannot name it.

    I am tender and terrifying.
    Soft enough to hold your secrets,
    sharp enough to cut illusions in half.
    I am easy to love,
    but impossible to own.

    You think you see me—
    but the closer you lean, the more I slip.
    I will not fit your boxes.
    I will not stand still for your definitions.
    I will not shrink to make your eyes comfortable.

    I am the surface and the depth,
    the ache and the exhale,
    the hand that heals
    and the fire that purges.

    Call me what you want—
    I am not your puzzle.
    I am the storm, the calm, the contradiction,
    the infinite they cannot name.
    I am me.

    And that is more than enough.

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

  • I Am: A Non-Binary, Trans-Femme Poem of Fire, Shadow, and Identity

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    I am non-binary, trans-femme—a spectrum of fire and shadow, neither confined to the boxes of man nor woman. For ease, I often tell people I am a transgender woman, because too often the world cannot understand someone who exists outside binaries. Too many are trapped in the idea that femininity means woman, masculinity means man.

    This poem is not about labels; it is about being a soul inhabiting a shell, learning to navigate life on my own terms. It is about contradictions, defiance, and the courage to embrace every shade of who I am. I am chaos. I am cosmos. I am me.

    Non-binary trans-femme figure surrounded by cosmic fire and shadow, radiating defiance and self-expression.
    I Am: Embracing contradictions, defying binaries, and shining unapologetically in fire and shadow.

    I Am
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I wore the masc like a mask, hid in the dark,
    Flash femme, stitch fire, lightning in my heart.
    Binary cracked me, rewired my cage,
    Storm unleashed, spectrum steps on stage.

    Dresses, beards, contradictions collide,
    Ride every edge, galaxy inside.
    Not man, not woman, not in-between,
    Every damn shade you ain’t ever seen.

    Clothes are fabric, bodies are art,
    I throw chaos raw, straight from the heart.
    Love men, love women, souls in the mist,
    Unbound, reckless, impossible to resist.

    Chains trap weak, fear feeds the meek,
    I spit crystal truth, sharp, unique.
    Fire and shadow, silk and stone,
    Galaxy unclaimed, throne my own.

    Shred rules, laugh loud, burn every mask,
    Erase disguise, tear the world a new path.
    Not a girl, not a guy, not a whisper in-between,
    I’m the scream in the void, the spark unseen.

    Clothes are fabric, bodies are art,
    Rebellion stitched deep in my heart.
    Fuck binaries, fuck the norms,
    I live chaos, survive all storms.

    I am every shade, every scream, every spark,
    Shadow at noon, light in the dark.
    Question, answer, flame untamed,
    Chaos, cosmos—I claim my name.

    If you have made it this far and would like to check out more of my poetry, you can find the full archive here: The Library of Ashes.