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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