Her Shifted World

A bright world which was her own,

That is what she knew.

Once it changed,

She realized she did too.

Toys and games,

Both held close,

Had faded,

One forever gone,

The other living as a ghost.

Imagination,

Once bonded so tight,

Weakened within days,

Latching on to prevent permanent flight.

It was a burst of wind,

Taking what she kept,

And giving her something new.

Saddening to receive, though she never wept.

In truth, she discovered some of her world remained.

Toys had left, yet games still stayed,

And imagination hadn’t let go.

With studying and paperwork being first,

More tasks had come,

Though, none nearly as impossible or (as she felt) cursed.

She knew her bright world had shifted,

Fearing it to be a parental setup.

She once believed her world would always remain,

Later she accepted that this wasn’t quite the case.

Her fear was released, for she realized she was actually growing up.