✦ Author’s Note ✦

These words spill like blood and ink. They explore fear, shame, and the weight of confession. Step forward only if you feel steady.

Your breath, your life, and your heart are sacred. If these words stir difficult feelings, pause, breathe, and reach for light, support, or care. You are never truly alone in the dark.

Resources if needed:

US: 988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline – Call or text 988 | https://988lifeline.org

UK: Samaritans – Call 116 123 | https://www.samaritans.org

Australia: Lifeline – Call 13 11 14 | https://www.lifeline.org.au

Canada: Talk Suicide Canada – Call 1-833-456-4566 | https://talksuicide.ca

Global: Befrienders Worldwide – https://www.befrienders.org

Sprawling Thoughts
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I put the pen to paper
like a gun to my head.
Pull the trigger,
write the first line—
watch the ink splatter,
like brain matter—
as thoughts sprawl,
and crawl
across
the page.

This is what
confession feels like,
when I write.
I pour
my heart out
on the page.
The fear and shame,
I give it shape,
I give it a name.

I dance with my demons,
and map my scars
like astronomers
mapping stars.

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