Tag: vulnerability in poetry

  • Author’s Note

    Lately I’ve been writing a lot about threads – those quiet lines of connection that keep us tethered when our minds drift too far from ourselves.

    This poem grew out of that same idea. Sometimes the way back isn’t a sudden realization or a dramatic turning point. Sometimes it’s just a familiar voice, a face appearing in the fog, a thread you didn’t realize you were holding onto until you followed it home.

    Rowan Evans


    Person walking through foggy forest following a glowing thread of light symbolizing guidance and self-discovery.
    Sometimes the way back begins with a single thread.

    Following the Thread
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I was gone
    for a long time.
    Not in body,
    but in my mind—
    I was wandering,
    unsure of what
    I thought I’d find.

    I was walking
    with eyes closed,
    balancing tightropes,
    and I had high hopes—
    that things would work out
    in the end.
    But I was dreaming.

    The only thing
    that opened my eyes,
    your face
    catching me by surprise.
    Your voice
    cutting through silence,
    a common thread
    guiding me through the fog.

    Night after night,
    dream after dream—
    the same thread
    leading me
    through mental scenes.
    And somehow,
    by following you,
    I found my way
    back to me.


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

  • Author’s Note

    Sometimes the mind shifts slightly out of alignment. Not enough to call it depression or anxiety – just enough to feel off-center.

    This piece came from trying to describe that strange mental state where nothing is obviously wrong, yet everything feels a little disconnected. In moments like that, even a single steady thread can be enough to help you find your way back.

    Rowan Evans


    Silhouette of a person standing slightly off center at a quiet shoreline at dusk, symbolizing mental disconnection and reflection.
    Sometimes you’re not lost—just slightly off-center, following the thread that leads you back.

    Off-Center, Still Tethered
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I don’t feel like myself lately.
    Like something is a little off, maybe.
    Something in my mental health slipped,
    it’s not depression or anxiety—
    it’s something else entirely.

    I’m not sad—just disconnected,
    severed threads rest on the ground
    around me as I sit in my mind—
    mentally exhausted. Body on autopilot.
    It’s like the floor shifted slightly,
    half an inch to the left
    when I wasn’t looking.
    Now every step feels right,
    but not quite—
    like something’s missing.

    I’ve always found
    that my mind
    and the world
    didn’t align.
    So I’ve always been
    a little off center.
    But this is more than that,
    it’s like a panic attack
    without the panic,
    not to be dramatic.

    It’s like depression,
    without the sadness.
    Just heavy weight,
    overwhelm and
    lack of motivation
    in social situations.

    That piles on,
    now I’m overwhelmed
    and feeling guilty.
    So I disappear into myself,
    but there’s one thread left
    tethered to the outside—
    the one constant in my thoughts.

    It’s the same thread
    that it’s always been,
    for the last year now.
    The same thoughts,
    that have kept me grounded—
    even when my head was in the clouds.
    So it is that thread,
    I will follow
    to find my way out.


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