Rowan Ash
@creativelyradiant.bsky.social
Rowan Ash is a poet exploring medical trauma, chronic illness, and survival. They reject redemption stories for honesty, restraint, and persistence. Rowan writes for those who remain—not promised, but because they stayed.
Still, I Stay - Rowan Ash 🧵1/3
I am gentle
with the parts of me
that learned fear early.
But do not mistake that
for forgiveness.
My body remembers
every delay,
every dismissal,
every moment pain was called
anxiety
because it was easier that way.
I am gentle
with the parts of me
that learned fear early.
But do not mistake that
for forgiveness.
My body remembers
every delay,
every dismissal,
every moment pain was called
anxiety
because it was easier that way.
December 16, 2025 at 3:00 AM
Still, I Stay - Rowan Ash 🧵1/3
I am gentle
with the parts of me
that learned fear early.
But do not mistake that
for forgiveness.
My body remembers
every delay,
every dismissal,
every moment pain was called
anxiety
because it was easier that way.
I am gentle
with the parts of me
that learned fear early.
But do not mistake that
for forgiveness.
My body remembers
every delay,
every dismissal,
every moment pain was called
anxiety
because it was easier that way.
Pain is asking for help
and watching someone check the clock.
Pain is learning how to translate suffering
into numbers small enough
to be taken seriously.
Pain is being told
you look fine
while your body is on fire
behind your eyes.
-S.M.
and watching someone check the clock.
Pain is learning how to translate suffering
into numbers small enough
to be taken seriously.
Pain is being told
you look fine
while your body is on fire
behind your eyes.
-S.M.
December 14, 2025 at 3:29 AM
Pain is asking for help
and watching someone check the clock.
Pain is learning how to translate suffering
into numbers small enough
to be taken seriously.
Pain is being told
you look fine
while your body is on fire
behind your eyes.
-S.M.
and watching someone check the clock.
Pain is learning how to translate suffering
into numbers small enough
to be taken seriously.
Pain is being told
you look fine
while your body is on fire
behind your eyes.
-S.M.
