self-reflection – Poetry by Rowan Evans

Lost the Plot | A Poem About Identity, Control, and Rewritten Stories

Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

There’s a strange kind of disorientation that comes from feeling like your life should make sense… but doesn’t.

Like you missed a chapter.
Or something important got cut before you ever had the chance to understand it.

Lost the Plot leans into that feeling–but not just on a personal level. It questions what happens when the narrative itself isn’t entirely yours. When the direction shifts, not because it should… but because something behind the scenes decided it needed to.

We’re often told that confusion is internal.
That if we feel lost, it’s something we need to fix within ourselves.

But what if part of that feeling comes from the story constantly being rewritten?
From forces we don’t see, shaping outcomes we’re expected to accept?

This piece sits in that space–between personal disconnection and a growing awareness the “plot” might not be as natural as it seems.

Sometimes it’s not that you lost your way.

Sometimes… the story changed without you.

— Rowan Evans

What happens when the story isn’t yours anymore?

Lost the Plot
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I feel like I’ve been
getting lost a lot lately.

Like I’ve forgotten
who I was,
who I am—
who I was becoming.

I’m feeling like
I’ve lost the plot,
like the studio
lost the reel
that we shot.

No longer
can I see
where I began.

We got cancelled
before we
got going.

We never saw an end.

But we weren’t
cancelled because of
interest.

We were cancelled
because the studio
got scared.

Ratings were good.
The audience cared.

But they cared too much.

It was causing
connection,
so the studio
had to change
direction.

The studio,
needs the divide—
keeps people
scared and wide-eyed.

So there’s always
someone—
to point to,
to name as the bad guy.

The boogeyman.

So we look to the stars,
as if they could solve
the problems.

As if it wasn’t
the studio—
the writer’s room
behind every decision.

It was them—

in the writer’s room,
rewriting endings
we never got to reach.

Ratings be damned.

The show goes on—

we just don’t
exist in it anymore.

Journey into the Hexverse!

[Another Fire]
A powerful poem exploring global chaos, systemic inequality, and emotional exhaustion in a world where conflict grows faster than it can be understood.

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

Apr 2, 2026 9:16 PM

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Standing Between Us | Identity & Love Poem

Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

This piece lives in a space between two interpretations, and I wrote it that way on purpose.

It can be read as a reflection on identity–on the versions of ourselves we carry, the ones we’ve been, and ones we hesitate to become. A room filled with selves, each one shaped by different choices, different fears, different moments of almost.

But it can also be read as something more relational. The figure in the piece–“her”–can exist as a person. Someone who feels steady, certain, present in a way the speaker isn’t yet. Someone who becomes a point of gravity.

What matters to me is that the distance between them comes from the same place in both readings.

Not circumstance.

Not timing.

But hesitation.

In that way, the poem sits in the overlap between becoming and connection–where reaching someone else and becoming yourself start to feel like the same act.

— Rowan Evans

A room full of who I was, who I am, and who I haven’t learned to be yet.

Standing Between Us
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I walk into a room
that knows my name too well.

It is filled with me—
not reflections,
not mirrors—
but selves.

They stand where I once stood,
breathe how I used to breathe,
hold their hands like I remember doing
before I knew why.

Some look at me.
Most don’t.

They are not ghosts—
not quite.
I cannot see through them.
They have weight.
Presence.
Like memories
that never learned how to fade.

I move through them anyway.

Shoulder brushing shoulder—
past brushing present—
future turning its head
just a second too late.

And then—

her.

Not fully seen.
Never fully seen.

A glimpse
between the space
of two mistakes,
I used to make.

A flicker
caught in the outline
of who I used to be
and who I might become.

I follow.

Or maybe I orbit.

Because every time I get close,
another version of me steps in the way—
hesitation given form,
fear with a body,
longing wearing my face.

I want to call out—
but which voice is mine?

They all sound like me.

So I keep moving.

Through regret.
Through almosts.
Through the selves that loved—
too early,
too late…

too quietly.

And still—
I see her.

Soft.
Certain.
Waiting in the space
I haven’t learned to stand in yet.

I think—

no.

I know.

She is not lost in this room.

I am.

And every version of me
that I refuse to become
is standing between us.

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

Mar 29, 2026 12:05 AM

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Same Sky – A Poem About Distance, Longing, and Connection

Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

Same Sky sits in the space between distance and closeness.

It’s about the kind of connection that feels real, even when it isn’t physically present. The kind that inspires growth, while also bringing fear to the surface.

There’s a vulnerability in wanting someone–not just near you, but in your world. In admitting that their presence matters, even without defining what that presence is.

At its core, this piece isn’t about certainty.

It’s about longing.

The quiet, persistent kind–
that simply wants someone here.

— Rowan Evans

Different places. Same sky.

Same Sky
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Don’t take it personally,
when I retreat—
disappear inside of me.
I’m reflecting—
is this something
I need protecting from?

These feelings
that I’m feeling,
they scare me.

It’s terrifying,
sometimes—
the way you
make me feel.

The way I want to change myself,
not because you asked me to—
because you inspire me,
to be better than I was
the day before.

So I look to the heavens
with feet planted,
connected to the surface
of the planet.
Feet, the roots,
grounding me.

Even if I don’t feel
rooted to the ground
beneath.

Eyes on the stars,
mapping scars
traced from afar.

Ocean’s edge,
is the reminder
of the—

Through the waves,
I’d swim.

I’d leave behind
my life and everything
I’ve ever known.

It’s an internal insistence,
to close the distance.
A longing to stand under
the same stars,
in the same sky
on the same night.

To be able to look over,
to know you’re near.
Friend or more,
I don’t care.

I just…

I want you there.

Journey into the Hexverse

[To Whom It May Concern…] (3/20)

A raw exploration of vulnerability, fear, and self-sabotage—this poem captures the struggle between wanting to be seen and the instinct to hide.

[Weathered] (3/21)

A deeply introspective poem about confronting fear, breaking patterns, and choosing to stand in the storm instead of running from it.

[Same Room (Emotionally)] (3/22)

Can you miss someone you’ve never met? This poem explores emotional connection beyond physical distance and what it means to truly feel seen.

[No Parachute] (3/23)

A poetic reflection on falling in love without hesitation—raw, uncertain, and without a safety net.

[When I Started to Fall for You] (3/24)

A lyrical exploration of love’s intensity—how connection grows, transforms, and reshapes the way we experience the world.

[Bad Habit] (3/25)

A powerful reflection on repetitive thought patterns, emotional loops, and the moment of realizing you’re stuck inside your own mind.

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

Mar 26, 2026 12:05 AM

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Bad Habit – A Poem About Mental Loops and Self-Awareness

Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

The mind has a way of repeating itself.

Patterns, thoughts, loops–they can feel inescapable, like walking through the same place over and over again, no matter how far you think you’ve gone.

Bad Habit is about recognizing those patterns in real time. Not after the fact, not with clarity or distance–but while you’re still standing inside them.

It’s the moment of awareness.

And the quiet decision to not disappear into it.

— Rowan Evans

Some patterns don’t break—they repeat.

Bad Habit
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I feel like I’m running in place,
my feet move but I go nowhere.
Terrain’s all the same,
it never changes.

All the trees
in the same place.
All the people
with the same face.

Dreams, perhaps—
or maybe a nightmare?
My mind,
it doesn’t fight fair.

So I’m stuck here.
Wandering,
lost in my mind—
pondering,
you know I have questions.

I was just wondering—
if I reached my hand out,
would you grab it?
Pull me back
from this static?

I know it’s not you
that I’m talking to,
but my brain
paints you so vivid.
So I let myself take time,
I let myself live it.

It’s all inside my mind,
dreams, perhaps
or maybe nightmare.

Maybe it pulls me in,
and wants to keep me there.
Like a ghost of despair,
trying to get me to—
disappear.

But I’m not going
anywhere.
Once I’ve climbed
out of my mind,
and back into the world.

Back into myself,
into clear mental health.
No more fog,
no more static.
No more feeling
like my life is tragic.

Another bad habit.

Journey into the Hexverse

[To Whom It May Concern…] (3/20)

A raw exploration of vulnerability, fear, and self-sabotage—this poem captures the struggle between wanting to be seen and the instinct to hide.

[Weathered] (3/21)

A deeply introspective poem about confronting fear, breaking patterns, and choosing to stand in the storm instead of running from it.

[Same Room (Emotionally)] (3/22)

Can you miss someone you’ve never met? This poem explores emotional connection beyond physical distance and what it means to truly feel seen.

[No Parachute] (3/23)

A poetic reflection on falling in love without hesitation—raw, uncertain, and without a safety net.

[When I Started to Fall for You] (3/24)

A lyrical exploration of love’s intensity—how connection grows, transforms, and reshapes the way we experience the world.

[Same Sky] (3/26)

A poetic meditation on longing, distance, and the quiet desire to share the same space—even when worlds apart.

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

Mar 25, 2026 12:05 AM

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When I Started to Fall for You – A Poem About Deep Love

Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

This piece is about the kind of love that reshapes your internal world.

Not suddenly, all at once–but gradually, in the quiet moments. In the way someone becomes part of your thoughts without effort. In the way their presence lingers, even in their absence.

It explores the beauty and intensity of that feeling–how it can comfort, overwhelm, and transform all at the same time.

To fall for someone is to risk change.
To embrace it is to accept that you won’t be the same after.

— Rowan Evans

Love doesn’t arrive all at once—it unfolds.

When I Started to Fall for You
Poetry by Rowan Evans

When I started to fall for you,
the world shifted and swayed.
You became the dawn’s first whisper,
the sun’s embrace at play.
From the moment I awaken,
your name graces my lips.
in the quiet of the morning,
where dreams and daylight eclipse.

You became my sole obsession,
my every thought unfurled.
The last flicker of my mind,
as night wraps up the world.
Each heartbeat echoes your laughter,
a melody so sweet,
a symphony of silence
that pulls me from my seat.

In the shadows of my longing,
your essence fills the air,
I’ll learn your hidden stories—
every secret that you bear.
With every shared confession,
I’ve mapped the stars in your eyes.
Crafting constellations of love,
beneath the velvet skies.

To see your smile is magic,
a light that ignites my soul—
a balm for all my scars,
it makes my weary heart whole.
Your voice is the thunder,
soothing storms that rage within.
A gentle force of nature,
calming the chaos
with your skin.

Your presence is a sanctuary,
a refuge from my fears.
In your arms,
I’ve found my shelter—
a harbor for my tears.
When shadows stretched and whispered,
and weariness took its toll.
You were the hearth of comfort,
where I could rest my soul.

When I started to fall for you—
I let the world fade away
with every fleeting moment,
I’ve cherished what you say.
For in the depths of falling—
I find a truth so rare…

my heart will always wander,
but with you—it finds its lair.

Journey into the Hexverse

[To Whom It May Concern…] (3/20)

A raw exploration of vulnerability, fear, and self-sabotage—this poem captures the struggle between wanting to be seen and the instinct to hide.

[Weathered] (3/21)

A deeply introspective poem about confronting fear, breaking patterns, and choosing to stand in the storm instead of running from it.

[Same Room (Emotionally)] (3/22)

Can you miss someone you’ve never met? This poem explores emotional connection beyond physical distance and what it means to truly feel seen.

[No Parachute] (3/23)

A poetic reflection on falling in love without hesitation—raw, uncertain, and without a safety net.

[Bad Habit] (3/25)

A powerful reflection on repetitive thought patterns, emotional loops, and the moment of realizing you’re stuck inside your own mind.

[Same Sky] (3/26)

A poetic meditation on longing, distance, and the quiet desire to share the same space—even when worlds apart.

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

Mar 24, 2026 12:05 AM

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No Parachute – A Poem About Falling in Love Without Fear

Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

Sometimes the things we feel the most deeply are the hardest to say plainly.

So we dress them up–in metaphor, in rhythm, in repetition. We circle the meaning instead of stating it directly, hoping it will be understood without needing to be exposed.

This piece pulls back from that, just a little.

At its core, it’s about falling–without certainty, without safety nets, without knowing how it will end. Just the quiet realization that the fall has already begun.

And choosing not to stop it.

— Rowan Evans

Some falls are chosen.

No Parachute
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Sometimes—
I have so much
I want to say.

So I spell it out,
in metaphor—
and similes
of different shades.

I take plain,
make it less obvious.
I’ve said this
a thousand times,
in a thousand rhymes,
across a thousand lines.

A moth to flame,
me and it—
one and the same,
but my flame
is your name.

1-4-3,
that’s code
I’ve used before.

But I mean it…
I really do.

it’s true—
I tripped,
and fell for you.

Free fall.
No parachute.

Journey into the Hexverse

[To Whom It May Concern…] (3/20)
A raw exploration of vulnerability, fear, and self-sabotage—this poem captures the struggle between wanting to be seen and the instinct to hide.

[Weathered] (3/21)
A deeply introspective poem about confronting fear, breaking patterns, and choosing to stand in the storm instead of running from it.

[Same Room (Emotionally)] (3/22)
Can you miss someone you’ve never met? This poem explores emotional connection beyond physical distance and what it means to truly feel seen.

[When I Started to Fall for You] (3/24)
A lyrical exploration of love’s intensity—how connection grows, transforms, and reshapes the way we experience the world.

[Bad Habit] (3/25)
A powerful reflection on repetitive thought patterns, emotional loops, and the moment of realizing you’re stuck inside your own mind.

[Same Sky] (3/26)
A poetic meditation on longing, distance, and the quiet desire to share the same space—even when worlds apart.

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

Mar 23, 2026 12:05 AM

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Same Room (Emotionally) – A Poem About Long-Distance Connection

Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

Connection doesn’t always require proximity.

There’s a kind of closeness that exists beyond physical space–built through time, attention, and presence. It’s not something you can always point to, or prove, but it’s felt just the same.

This piece is a response to a question that gets asked often: how can you miss someone you’ve never met?

The answer is simple.

Because connection isn’t measured in distance.
It’s measured in impact.

— Rowan Evans

Distance doesn’t define connection.

Same Room (Emotionally)
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I’ve been asked—
time and time again—
how can you miss
somebody
you’ve never met?

Just because
her and I,
have never been
in the same room—
physically.

At the same time.

Doesn’t mean
we’ve never been
in the same room—
emotionally.

And that’s
what you don’t see.

You don’t see—
the patience,
the presence,
and the way she
makes me
feel…

I am better than
I have ever been.

Journey into the Hexverse

[To Whom It May Concern…] (3/20)
A raw exploration of vulnerability, fear, and self-sabotage—this poem captures the struggle between wanting to be seen and the instinct to hide.

[Weathered] (3/21)
A deeply introspective poem about confronting fear, breaking patterns, and choosing to stand in the storm instead of running from it.

[No Parachute] (3/23)
A poetic reflection on falling in love without hesitation—raw, uncertain, and without a safety net.

[When I Started to Fall for You] (3/24)
A lyrical exploration of love’s intensity—how connection grows, transforms, and reshapes the way we experience the world.

[Bad Habit] (3/25)
A powerful reflection on repetitive thought patterns, emotional loops, and the moment of realizing you’re stuck inside your own mind.

[Same Sky] (3/26)
A poetic meditation on longing, distance, and the quiet desire to share the same space—even when worlds apart.

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

Mar 22, 2026 12:05 AM

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The Mind’s Winter: A Poem About Emotional Withdrawal, Overthinking, and Missing Someone

Rowan Evans

This wasn’t planned as part of the current sequence.
Some things just need to be written–and shared–when they happen.

Author’s Note

There are patterns we don’t always notice until we’ve lived them more than once.

The same thoughts.
The same timing.
The same quiet retreat inward.

The Mind’s Winter comes from recognizing one of those cycles in real time–watching myself disappear into my own head, knowing it’s happening, and not always knowing how to stop it.

It’s strange, being both the one experiencing something and the one observing it. To understand the “why,” but still feel pulled into it anyway.

This piece isn’t about solving that pattern.

It’s about naming it.

About acknowledging the way overwhelm can turn inward, how distance can grow even when you don’t want it to, and how sometimes the things that matter most are the very things that scare us into retreat.

And maybe, in recognizing the cycle…

there’s a chance to break it.

— Rowan Evans

Sometimes the cold isn’t outside—it’s the space we retreat into when everything becomes too much.

The Mind’s Winter
Poetry by Rowan Evans

February 8th, 2026—
I got sick again.
It happens every year
like clockwork.
It starts with the headache,
caused by being overwhelmed.

It starts slowly,
then snowballs
into more.

You see, this period of time—
it usually comes after
what I tend to call
the mind’s winter.

I slip into a deep void
of thought.

January 8th…
that’s the date.

That’s when I drift inside.
I get lost in my mind,
and I stay there—
one month—I’m gone.
Lost in thought.

One month
leading up to my “big day,”
the one they say
should celebrate me.

But I don’t see it that way.
It’s just another day.

And usually,
I bounce back.
It’s quick…

but this?

This feels like an attack—
one month in my head,
two weeks sick and then?

I broke my glasses—
vision—
I lost access.

And the longer I’m gone,
the more I pull away,
even as I—

want to stay.

You know what
the worst part is?

The worst part is—
that I know why.

I know why I do it…
why I pull away.

I’ve said the reason
a hundred times,
in nearly as many rhymes.
It’s because you meant
too much to me.
I got scared and retreated
into me.

So here it is—
March 21st,
and I—

I haven’t spoken to you
since February 6th,
and if I’m honest—

I miss you.

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

Mar 21, 2026 9:30 PM

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Weathered – A Poem About Growth, Fear, and Facing Yourself

Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

Weathered lives in the spaces between awareness and change.

It’s easy to recognize patterns in ourselves–the ways we retreat, the ways we protect, the ways we leave before we can be left. It’s harder to sit with them. Harder still to change them.

This piece isn’t about having the answers. It’s about standing in the storm anyway. Letting it hit, letting it string things back, and choosing not to run from it.

Growth doesn’t always feel like progress.
Sometimes it just feels like staying.

— Rowan Evans

Sometimes growth looks like standing still in the storm.

Weathered
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I sit alone,
asking questions—
why am I like this?
Why do I retreat
inside my mind,
when it’s you
I’m trying to find?

I mean—
I know it’s because
you mean too much
to me.

So I panic.

I move inward,
closing shutters
to the world.

I don’t want you
to see me—
not like this,
not when you
can perceive me.

Because to be perceived
for me,
is to be left behind.
It’s happened
more than one time.

So I leave first.
I leave before it hurts.

Again I ask—
why am I like this?
Why can’t I fight this?

I just want to shake it,
stop feeling like a mistake,
be better.
But better doesn’t seem
to be in the cards for me…

So I’ve got to learn.
I’ve got to change
some things—

I need to pull myself
back together,
because this—

this is a storm.
A storm I want to stand in,
feel the wind batter me,
let the rain strip me bare,
and still—
I will weather it.

Journey into the Hexverse

[To Whom It May Concern…] (3/20)
A raw exploration of vulnerability, fear, and self-sabotage—this poem captures the struggle between wanting to be seen and the instinct to hide.

[Same Room (Emotionally)] (3/22)
Can you miss someone you’ve never met? This poem explores emotional connection beyond physical distance and what it means to truly feel seen.

[No Parachute] (3/23)
A poetic reflection on falling in love without hesitation—raw, uncertain, and without a safety net.

[When I Started to Fall for You] (3/24)
A lyrical exploration of love’s intensity—how connection grows, transforms, and reshapes the way we experience the world.

[Bad Habit] (3/25)
A powerful reflection on repetitive thought patterns, emotional loops, and the moment of realizing you’re stuck inside your own mind.

[Same Sky] (3/26)
A poetic meditation on longing, distance, and the quiet desire to share the same space—even when worlds apart.

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

Mar 21, 2026 12:05 AM

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To Whom It May Concern – A Poem About Vulnerability and Self-Sabotage

Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

Some feelings don’t arrive gently.

They sit on the tip of your tongue, heavy and persistent, asking to be spoken–but never quite feeling safe enough to say out loud. So they get rewritten, softened, disguised. Butterflies, instead of something darker. Something truer.

This piece is about that tension–the instinct to hide, even when you want to be seen. The way vulnerability can feel less like openness and more like risk.

Sometimes we disappear not because we don’t care…
but because we care too much.

And still–there’s a part of us that keeps trying to come back.

— Rowan Evans

Some truths are easier to write than to say out loud.

To Whom It May Concern…
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I’m writing this letter to spell out
what I’ve been holding inside.
I’m tired of hiding,
behind wide eyes and
white lies.
Sick of saying butterflies…

They are moths.

They flit and flutter,
light rumble
in the stomach.

Like the lanterns lit.

I’ll admit,
it makes me sick—
the way this hits.
The way it sits,
on the tip of my tongue—
your name.

It’s become a scared thing.

And I care too much,
so instincts kicked in—
I disappeared again.
Silently went within.

I try and claw my way out.

Sometimes I—
don’t know why,
I do the things I do.

Self-sabotage sometimes.

Clinging to anything
to hide behind.
To mask emotion,
to keep me safe.
Because—
vulnerability,
has not always been.

But I will
claw my way
back again. nm

Journey into the Hexverse

[Weathered] (3/21)
A deeply introspective poem about confronting fear, breaking patterns, and choosing to stand in the storm instead of running from it.

[Same Room (Emotionally)] (3/22)
Can you miss someone you’ve never met? This poem explores emotional connection beyond physical distance and what it means to truly feel seen.

[No Parachute] (3/23)
A poetic reflection on falling in love without hesitation—raw, uncertain, and without a safety net.

[When I Started to Fall for You] (3/24)
A lyrical exploration of love’s intensity—how connection grows, transforms, and reshapes the way we experience the world.

[Bad Habit] (3/25)
A powerful reflection on repetitive thought patterns, emotional loops, and the moment of realizing you’re stuck inside your own mind.

[Same Sky] (3/26)
A poetic meditation on longing, distance, and the quiet desire to share the same space—even when worlds apart.

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

Mar 20, 2026 12:05 AM

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