The Library of Ashes

The Library of Ashes

Here, every poem is a smoldering page — whispered confessions, soft ruins, and sacred rage. Wander newest to oldest.

  • “To the Ones Who Feel Like Ghosts” — A Poignant Poem on Healing, Hope, and Becoming

    A heartfelt poem offering solace and strength to those feeling lost, broken, or unseen. “To the Ones Who Feel Like Ghosts” reminds us all that healing is a journey and you are not alone.

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  • The Pilgrim Road Is Not Paved in Gold – A Poem About Healing and Resilience

    A powerful poem by Rowan Evans about healing, grief, and perservance. “The Pilgrim Road Is Not Paved in Gold” captures the sacred struggle of becoming whole.

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  • The Hallow Sea – A Poem About Surviving Depression and Numbness

    A haunting, deeply personal poem about surviving suicidal ideation and emotional numbness. The Hollow Sea explores what it means to keep breathing when every breath aches, and how even the faintest sliver of light can be enough to hold on.

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  • Still Here –  A Poem About Suicidal Thoughts, Survival, and Hope

    [Content Warning]This poem includes references to suicidal thoughts and mental health struggles.Please read with care and know that support is always available.If you are in crisis, please reach out to someone—or to me directly. 💜 You are not alone. Your pain is real. Your survival is sacred. [Intro]This is one of the hardest poems I’ve…

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  • Even If the Sky Falls Black

    She says,  “I wish you could see me at my brightest.”  But love—  I met you in the ruins,  and I swear,  even your ashes glowed.    You ask if you deserve these words,  as though devotion were a thing to be earned  instead of something I bled willingly—  ink, soul and starlight,  dragged from…

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  • The Cathedral of My Waiting

    Author’s NoteThis poem is a quiet monument—an offering to the kind of love that doesn’t demand, only endures. A love that builds sacred space and stays, even in silence. It’s not a request, it’s a vow. For the ones who wait—not passively, but with purpose. For those who love like ivy loves ruin. I do…

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  • Embrace of the Fractured

    I love you in the darkened hours, Where the cracks in your soul glitter like shattered glass, Each piece—your flaw, your scar, A piece of my devotion, etched in shadowed hues. The light cannot kiss you without kissing the broken parts first, So let me cradle them, these fractured remnants, In the sanctuary of my…

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  • Where the Bones Refuse to Break

    I balance on the splintered edge of dusk, where the horizon blinks like a dying pulse, and every breath feels borrowed from a ghost I used to be. There is no scream left in my marrow, only the hum of static silence— a lullaby for the hollowed, a prayer without a god. Pain is a…

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