Nothing is impossible for God
so please, today, let it be over.
What miracle is it to be this sick and tired?
What kind of blessing surrounds me with rumours and ridicule?
What sort of love is forced upon me where Joseph can leave,
and I can’t?
The news of pregnancy
strips my life of all other promise.
From now on I will be known only
as the one who had a baby.
And as my mind says no, my body says yes,
betraying me with every cell living
just to give life to this child.
My body, taking a shape around me
that’s strange and unfamiliar,
no longer just me in my skin.
I didn’t ask for this.
I didn’t choose to be chosen.
And now I have to learn how to live with it.
So we’ll see if nothing is impossible for God.