apollo
My parents met on the island your father was raised.
My mothers beauty hidden like Leto,
my fathers mind determined like Zeus.
He called to her as Orpheus did to Eurydice but on a white stone balcony.
Little did they know that their version of the underworld would come twenty years later as my mother was dragged down by a disease not even Hades would cast on his enemies.
My father pushed through, hoping that if he didn't look back she would be right there with him, not knowing that his two daughters were right behind her feeling the effects of not being in their fathers eyes.
He made it, and as he turned all her saw was child size eyes glistening with tears and burns from the journey through hell.
Greek tragedy has plagued my life since it even existed, I write to you Apollo God of truth and prophecy that somehow, I make it through the tale of woes that have been forced upon me.
