When the light begins to touch
my portion of the earth
and I have been awake awhile
I once again consider:
“What of this unfolding day?”

I often think of how the world has changed
since I became a part of it so long ago
and had no choice regarding my existence.

There came that day (I don’t know when)
when I began to choose —
was free
and yet encumbered
by heredity and circumstance.

I’ve been defined
by many things I can’t control
yet what I’ve come to be
is also shaped by freedom.

Even now
as day awaits my footsteps
what I’ll do and how I’ll be
will be a mix of things I cannot change
and choices.

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