God, I feel so full of contradictions.
I’m squirming inside, hatching.
My mind is pecking holes in my childhood.
I am blank pages waiting to be written;
my own drama, act one;
no applause yet please.
I am cures not imagined
and failures I have already survived.
I wear team jerseys
and teem with possibilities only mine.
My genes hold the whole story of creation.
I am life unfolding.
Joan Mitchell, CSJ