The door is hard against her hand -
The soft, inexperienced hand of
This new life, this sudden transformation
Into a being far from herself.
Her eye, transparent, as it sees the world,
Soaking up details before overlooked.
She pushes, harder, the door yielding,
Thrusting the burden of responsibility on her,
The true change taking place.
The worn naivete and innocence is cast
Gently aside in place of a new,
Wizened being, so far from the glory of youth
Because of the harsh reality of her new, pitiful life.