I thought my struggle
was to become capable,
to learn and do, do and learn
until, from rough edges
a fine form emerges
and I do the needed thing
with grace

But perhaps my struggle
is to silence all the loops of thought
that cast me as unable
and all I need to do
is leave those loops
to step out knowing
I have always done those things
and done them well

Perhaps my struggle
is the smooth release
from all that said I couldn’t,
exchanging calculation
for faith.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 11, 2016