Author’s Note

This piece sits at the intersection of introspection and escape.

Writing has always been where I process things–where thoughts loop, where patterns reveal themselves, where I can be honest in ways that don’t always come out loud.

But there’s also a point where reflection turns into restlessness.

Where you stop asking why you feel this way and start asking where do I go from here?

The coordinates in this piece are real.

Not just as a location–but as intention.

A direction.
A choice.

Because sometimes the only way to break the loop
is to move.

— Rowan Evans

Coordinates of Escape
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I’m in my head,
all the time—
introspective
when I rhyme.

I’m honest,
turn the page
into a confessional.

The page listens
when I speak in ink—
poetry captures the dance
at the brink,
as thoughts loop—
the thoughts loops,
repeating what I think.

It makes me feel weak—
the way my thoughts
get under my own skin.
Why am I so fixated on the end,
when really I want to restart—
reset, begin again…

Two feet on distant shores,
eyes focused—looking forward,
toward the future—
with my back to the past.

I’ll touchdown—
121 degrees East
of the Prime Meridian,
14 degrees and 36 minutes
North of the Equator.

If you know where that is,
you’ll know where to find me.

It’s goodbye,
no see you later.

Journey into the Hexverse!

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A wandering dream, a voice that feels like memory, and a moment where everything quiets just enough to be found.

[Right Behind My Eyes]
A raw and introspective poem exploring dissociation, emotional distance, and the grounding power of love. Right Behind My Eyes captures the feeling of watching your life from afar—and what keeps you from disappearing completely.

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