An Indian woman's dilemma

I’ve felt the rage

that made me bare my fangs.

I’ve been filled

with love’s bitter pangs.

I’ve been to the end

of despair and back,

and then I saw a door

open just a crack.

I got a glimpse of

what my life could be.

I thought of the loved ones,

and then I thought of me.

They don’t go together,

the thoughts of me and them.

Oh how I wish I were

the selfish kind of fem!

The door that opened

and called out to me,

showed me the dreams

of a long-lost younger me.

I took a step to it,

and another.

Then I remembered I'm a

daughter, wife and mother.

I long for an answer,

whatever it may be.

It would be nice to have

an end to the agony.

But I don’t think I can

take it anymore.

I think I’m just  gonna

have to shut the door.