Vanishing Echoes
A Journey of Self-Preservation and Inner Peace
If I faded from sight this day,
Would it make a difference, I pray?
Would my absence awaken your mind,
Or in thoughts of me, would you be confined?
For I've noticed, you see,
How we value those who cease to be,
More than the ones living by our side,
A truth in which we cannot hide.
So perhaps if I were no more,
If my presence ceased to the core,
Maybe then you'd truly perceive,
And worry for the soul you'd grieve.
And I, at last, would find my place,
Not as desired, but in proper space,
We long for what we've lost, it's true,
Why don't you miss me as I miss you?
We could have been anything more,
If only trust and patience we bore,
Yet we chose to flee and evade,
Leaving behind what could have been made.
Will you come and lead me back,
To the home where my heart would lack?
We could dance in rain's sweet embrace,
If not chained by fears, but free in grace.
Sometimes, I ponder with heavy heart,
If destined apart, miles apart,
How I yearn to believe the thought,
As I remain here, still caught.
Forgive my pathetic, cowardly ways,
Unable to flee, no peaceful haze,
I long to know, are you content,
With my vanishing, am I well spent?
It torments me deeply, I must admit,
For I know the answer, every bit,
Yet I yearn to hold on to hope,
A self-inflicted curse I cannot elope.
If I vanished this very day,
I'd only delay what's on the way,
Breaking within, unable to face,
A haunting shadow, my own disgrace.
So I shall not run, I'll linger here,
Silently battling my pain and fear,
Not for your sake, but for mine alone,
To prove I can withstand on my own.
I'll remain, defying the easy escape,
Enduring the battles I'm forced to drape,
And amidst the chaos, a flicker of peace,
May it find me and grant a new lease.
A fresh beginning, a chance to restart,
Embracing the worth I hold in my heart,
Though remnants of brokenness I carry,
It's time to bury them and cease to tarry.
Today, I won't vanish, I won't flee,
Yet I pray our paths never again shall we see,
May our journeys diverge and forever part,
Wishing a farewell from my wounded heart.
About the Creator
Ye Yaint Aung
I believe that writing is a way for individuals to share their experiences, knowledge, and creativity with the world.

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