Family is chosen for us,
by that great dictator, Fate;
beyond our control,
like the language we first speak
or the God we ask for favors.
Family is like the land
into which we find ourselves born;
lush and generous,
or harsh and cruel,
tranquil or chaotic,
suffering war,
or blissfully in peace.
Family is what we are given
and what we build;
who we are
and what we chose to be.
It is our past
and our future,
but most of all
it is the armature
on which we build our lives.
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Conscience and Consciousness
PoetryA collection of poetry highlighting the moral choices we face. Who are we? What makes who we are? Are we good and how can we be better? Are we driven by Fate or are we masters of our own destiny?
