There must be something wrong with me
I am probably of selfishness an epitome
Like women all around, able I should be
To put my family’s needs at all times before me
I try hard, but sometimes I need a break
Some time for myself, for sanity’s sake
But the cycle of household chores and raising children
Is never-ending, I procrastinate by telling myself that when
Dinner and homework are done and children asleep
Some dedicated time for self-care I would keep
But workplace tasks that I have left incomplete
Have to be finished first- each day the cycle repeats
And I end up never being able to carve out
Time for self-indulgence, the only thing I can do without
And when once in a blue moon I find
An opportunity for self-care, my pre -conditioned mind
Is ready to admonish me for neglecting my household
My precious children need me more, I have been told
And if I missed a child’s important game just for self-care
Profound guilt would destroy any potential benefit, I’m quite aware
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There are rare days when I sneak in me- time successfully
Without worrying about my family or feeling guilty
I take those moments as gifts bestowed on me
My family is my priority, to think otherwise
is still a travesty
Someday I resolve to find time adequate
To fulfill my duties, and guilt-free space for myself create….
Passion...unbridled 