the shift

the shift comes in like big waves,
and small drops of warm rain

your body is no longer insecure and your ego is malleable. 

you are prepared for a peaceful war with this thing called life. 

you find yourself mourning your disappointments with mint balm, herbal tea and literature

you strictly seek out people that will be lifelong assets and support your well being, 

and sleep has never looked so shiny and pure before. 

each morning you tip your hat, to the monster inside you, as you leave the house for work. 

each night, you crawl into bed begging your cherubs to visit. 

'perhaps tomorrow', they whisper, as you slip away into child-like slumber