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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: self-worth

  • If Nobody Has Told You Today — Uplifting Poem by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Sometimes, we go through our days and no one tells us what we most need to hear. This poem is my gentle offering to you—the quiet reminder that your light, your strength, and your spirit matter. Read it, breathe it in, and carry it with you.

    Glowing star breaking through clouds at night, symbolizing hope and inner light.
    Even in darkness, your light shines. — Rowan Evans

    Invocation

    Before you read, pause. Close your eyes if you can. Let these words meet you where you are—tired, unsure, or overwhelmed. Let them remind you of the worth and brilliance you may have forgotten to see in yourself today.

    If Nobody Has Told You Today
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    If nobody has told you today—
    You are worthy, a radiant star,
    A beauty wrapped in quiet strength,
    Your light flickering softly, yet bright,
    Illuminating the shadows that dare to loom.

    If nobody has whispered in your ear—
    You are not a burden,
    But a gentle weight on the world,
    A melody woven into the fabric of existence,
    Harmonizing with the sighs of the universe.

    If nobody has taken a moment to see—
    You are beautiful,
    In ways that words may falter to capture,
    Each imperfection a stroke of artistry,
    A unique brush stroke on the canvas of life.

    If nobody has reminded you lately—
    You deserve to be loved fiercely,
    In the ways you’ve dreamed beneath starlit skies,
    With a tenderness that ignites your soul,
    And a passion that wraps around you like a warm embrace.

    If nobody has echoed the truth today—
    Keep your chin up, dear heart,
    For the storms that may howl outside
    Cannot touch the fortress you are building within.
    Rise above the chaos, dance in the rain,
    And know the sun will always return.

    If nobody has taken the time to say—
    I am proud of you, just for being you,
    For the battles you fight behind closed doors,
    For the strength that courses through your veins.
    You are a warrior, a dreamer, a light in the dark.

    So if nobody has told you today—
    Hear me now, in the stillness of this moment:
    You are worthy, you are enough,
    And your spirit is a flame
    That cannot be extinguished,
    A beautiful symphony that the world needs to hear.

    Benediction

    May these words stay with you, a flame against doubt.
    May your heart feel seen, your spirit steady,
    And your soul rise in quiet strength.

  • Splinter Gospel – A Poem of Fracture & Unrepentant Softness

    Rowan Evans

    ✦ Author’s Note ✦

    This piece was born from exhaustion, from the bone-deep ache of being the keeper of others’ ruins while my own remain untouched.
    It isn’t a prayer for rescue—it’s a confession that even when we splinter, we still speak, still love, still remain.
    Thank you for reading my broken gospel.

    ✦ Content & Care Advisory ✦

    These words dwell in shadows of grief, loss, and the ache of unseen burdens. They speak of sorrow, despair, and the fragile pulse of the human heart. Read only if you feel steady, and remember—your safety, your breath, your life are sacred. You are not alone in the dark.

    Cracked porcelain angel in candlelight, symbolizing brokenness and tenderness.
    A gospel written in the language of fracture.

    ✦ Invocation ✦

    Before you read, know this was never meant to save me.
    These words were built from splinters,
    stitched together by loneliness and the quiet ache of being unseen.
    If they cut, let them cut honest—
    for this gospel was written in the language of fracture.

    Splinter Gospel
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    This depression
    is pressin’
    down on my lungs.
    And I can’t breathe.

    I gasp and gasp,
    trying to grasp
    any reason to stay alive—
    when I just want to die.

    I’m never enough.
    Always too much.
    My life is a constant
    fucking contradiction,
    a paradox—

    I am always the shoulder,
    never the lover—
    always the one who stays,
    but easily replaced.

    I am the prayer they whisper
    when loneliness gnaws,
    but never the answer
    they keep when dawn comes.

    I am always the fixer,
    the one who pieces them back together—
    only to be left in the dust.
    An afterthought.

    I hold their ruins,
    but no one holds mine.
    A vessel for everyone’s ache—
    but never a name they choose to keep.

    Even knowing that—
    I stick around.
    It’s emotional masochism,
    I crave the ache, so I—

    I stay until I splinter,
    then watch them leave,
    carrying only the softness
    I begged them to see.

    ✦ Benediction ✦

    May your cracks speak louder than your silence.
    May your softness outlive those who failed to hold it.
    And if your gospel must splinter—
    let it still be yours, and yours alone.

    ✦ Read Next (Suggestions) ✦

    [Cry to the Quiet] — Sacred Desperation
    [Luminescence & Shadow] — A Forbidden Litany
    [A-Woman] — Confession at the Altar of Her
    [Reliquary of Broken Sons] — A Vignette of the Broken Saint & Clown Prince

    Or explore the full archive in [The Library of Ashes]—and if your own confession aches to be written, [commission a custom poem here]. NGCR25 at checkout to get 25% off your ‘request’…