Zoe Stephens-North

Dear Mama And Papa

I’m sorry I ran away,
I didn’t want to hurt you
It’s just I had no choice,
You loved me too much.
You didn’t let me live my life.

Mama and Papa,
I love him,
And he loves me.
You have to understand how he makes me feel.
Didn’t you feel the same way when you met each other?

I trust him, when before I trusted no one.
He knows the color of my eyes; he says that he drowns in them when he looks into them. He says that my freckles are constellations, and that the one on my back is Cassiopeia.

He sees the scars on my skin, and my heart, and embraces them.
He doesn’t create an image of what he wants to see in me, only he accepts me.

Mama and Papa know that I am happy.
Know that for the first time I am looking forward to the future.
Know that we will be happy and we will learn and grow in love.

It’s not that I don’t love you both,
It’s just
Well,
Mama and Papa
Now I’m free.




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