Can I Still Save The World?

I remember when freedom

fit in my hands

blankets learned my shoulders

and belief came easy

i stood on the edge of everything

until my mother reminded me

the world had furniture

the cape didn't fall

it was taken

not violently

just efficiently

like something no longer useful

my dragons learned new names

interest rates deadlines

a future that charges rent

my princesses became signatures

written in ink that doesn't erase

no one warned me

no prophecy carved my bones

no godmother pressed magic

into my palms and said wait

only time

asking what I'd give to belong to it

so tell me

if the world doesn't need saving

but surviving

what do I do

with the part of me

that still wants to burn bright

enough to matter

naya. w