Give me shelter

I watch my tea steep
It gets darker and turns the
Water into something else
Entirely.

I am glad for my time
Working in the Shelter.
Knowing that my time
Here means change.

Not just change for the
Women enduring abuse,
But change for me to
Have seen this "life".

My life has changed,
Fluid, turned from one
Image to another.
Not unlike my tea.

My tea tastes like hope
The colors of change.