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I was in shorts with no make up just planned to go out on Sunday night
Then the text came in and said everything was stuck at the traffic light

I heard the old lady praying in her room just by saying everything would be fine soon
I closed my eyes and told myself maybe she’s right
Then I opened my eyes and saw the lightening strike
Before I even closed my window
The wind just blew up my face and brought back my sorrow

I dreamed about sun everyday just by simply ignoring the rain
My old man said don’t you try to run away from your own pain
I said only the sun could make everyone smile
He just replied rain could make no one hear your cry

Heard the birds were singing, the leaves were falling, that old lady was dancing
There I was, running through the door by wearing the biggest smile on my face only to find the rain was still falling

When faith and hopes are equally gone
I put the blame on my destiny for dragging me into the state of hope to be reborn
Part of me already dead
Once the rain drops danced around my neck
Am I deaf or color blind?
Cos I don’t hear a thing nor see the sky

Dreams were once meant to be chased
Here I am, trying to catch the train’s pace
Soon after I realized I was running after the wrong train
My tears were streaming down my face just to remind I was completely insane

September is over, there I am standing
Still trying to reach the closure


About this poem

I wrote this poem after encountering emotional drains for living in a hopeless state for more than 8 months. I never knew I could write what I felt inside in poetic way. This poem is about complex state of mind when one wants to be free but cannot break through it all. During double crisis in Myanmar, living with lost dreams made me suffocate and I just lost myself in so many ways. Whenever I hoped for the best, I always found myself in the cage again. I tried to forget about reality because reality hurt me a lot. Seeing people went bankrupt, lost their lives, lost the homes, lost their loved ones, I could not find more destructive moment than this in my life. Though I tried to lie everything was not as bad as I thought, my lies never worked cos it was still raining in September! 

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Written on September 30, 2021

Submitted by khinyadanarwin on September 30, 2021

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Khin Yadanar Win

I was simply born on the wrong side of the world. I spent half of my life to find out what I was really passionate about. I started writing since I was 13 but I only shared those with my friends. Sometimes I wondered why I was really into arts and literature while my degree for career was purely business management. I always regard myself as realistic but my imaginary twin is a writer and I got to draw the line between my real world and my imaginary world. Living in my imaginary world means writing. I found different personalities in me whenever I write. It doesn't matter if I write my story, my life, my thoughts or poems. Whenever I am lost, I write and try to find myself. I just try to dig inside my thought and ask who I want to be, what personality I want to adapt. It works every time cos writing always makes me forget my real world and live in my own paradise. Period! more…

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  • edilions
    Interesting read We have a similar writing style I think...lol
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    • khinyadanarwin
      LOL! I read your poems and I do like Sounds of music. And yes, you're right, I guess we have similar writing style and the way of developing the concept is similar too.
      LikeReplyReport3 months ago


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