Eliza's Letter

B. Loza, 10th - Livermore, CA
Into the night I went and feared that I would never return. I fled into the arms of a motherly figure as a sense I had never known before overtook me. During the long night, I lay awake and could not clear my conscience. To have known the joy beyond the experimental pain caused by the wretched anxiety that ate away at me. Conform I could not, so in my darkest hour, I took the sword which trapped me against the wall and fought for a grasp of air. No matter what guise I used, I could not hide from the overhanging shadow of the one that calls himself my ‘master.’ A life my pride would under no circumstances let me lead.

Under turbulent wind, the strands of my hair refused to keep shape, and instead embodied the beautiful chaos that thrived in me. Perhaps if my upbringing or morals were different I would have no objection to becoming a mindless doll who had no purpose but to serve. The simple truth is I was never cut out to ‘fetch’ someone else’s slippers; I was made to receive slippers. As an adult and lady, it is time for me to make my own decisions. I shall be with a person who is willing to compliment my life instead of becoming the center of it. Because of these reasons, my good friend, my stay is no longer justifiable. May you find peace and maturity in your crucial moments, and linger on the idea of treating others with respect.