Torn

A Poem by Bijal Shah

Torn between two places I call home.

Like having to choose between my children.

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Torn between the life that could be

And the life that is.

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Torn between ‘me’ time and time for my children.

Juggling family time and personal space.

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Torn between being a parent

And making time for my own parents as they grow old.

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Torn between saving money or saving time.

Both are precious.

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Torn between the book that I want to read

And the chores I must complete.

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Life is a series of torn moments.

Bittersweet, filled with joyous pain.

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Breathe deeply, embrace and accept the choices you make.

In the end these will be the right choices.

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