Did not remember writing this prompt on the index card. Did not know where this poem was going.

THE HABIT OF BEING YOURSELF

At first, you can’t help yourself
Squall eat sleep twenty four seven
Until you smile.
Boom
What a game changer
Love praise chocolate
fall from heaven
You don’t even know what heaven is.
You know ‘more’
want more and more
than you really need
It’s kinda fun, though, the things,
the accumulation of evidence that you are, you are, you are
Loved
Wanted
Adored
Until you know it
Until all you need
is a good meal and a bed
No squalling
A smile, though,
Still a game changer.