A little pink Power Ranger in a field,
running, playing, fighting,
imaginary “bad guys” destroyed by my invincible mind.
Nothing for me to fear, no worries
just my pink suit and my freedom.

Growing too fast,
now a big pink Power Ranger.
Still running, still fighting,
yet different now.
Somehow she had changed, somehow I have changed.
I grow wiser yet more uncertain.
The pink ranger now hesitant, scared.
New feelings a carefree child never experienced.

My pink suit hanging in my closet,
unworn, for quite some time.
Hanging peacefully always there in case I need to come back.
Always there if I ever forget the feeling of never having to worry.

Faster still, years fly by.
I find my mind no longer wandering to a field,
fighting “bad guys” no longer a pastime for my busy teenage world.
Pink Power Rangers are abandoned, left for tomorrow’s children to dream about.
I am no longer invincible.

Still,
somewhere unknown,
a faded pink costume is folded neatly,
put away in some forgotten shelf,
waiting,
for a “bad guy” to defeat.