My Heaven and My Hell
A Poem by Bijal Shah
Sky-limited highs.
Dark, plunging lows.
How do I marry the two?
Joy, exhaustion, boredom.
I am left with bitter-sweet.
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Their smiles, their soft coos.
Let out whiffs of heaven scent.
Never — ending days filled
With groundhog precision
I desperately breathe to blend hell.
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A test for even the most patient person.
How did previous generations do it?
Both exist in union.
My heaven and my hell.
Without them, my world wouldn’t be.
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