I wrote this using a prompt from Rupi Kaur’s Healing Through Words
“The crack in the middle of my body reaches from the top of my head to the place between my legs, split open by a stranger who came into my house and took my prized jewelry. He sat in my favorite red chair and drank my coffee without the fear of any consequences.
When he had broken it, I didn’t call 911, because I had left my door unlocked, so really, it was only my fault. If I didn’t protect my prized jewelry how dare I be mad when it was stolen from me?
Without it, I was worth less than before but again even if my hands were tied and my mouth was covered, I basically let him in, didn’t I? I blamed myself for years because my house didn’t feel like my own.
So I went to the store and bought bandaids and covered the crack down the middle of my body, 1 on my forehead, 1 on my chest, 1 right below my belly button until I was pulled together again. I bought a new lock called self forgiveness. I called my therapist and cried. Of course, I didn’t get my jewelry back, I didn’t even know the intruders name, but I realized I didn’t need it anymore.
My dad bought me new chairs at a garage sale on Jefferson and this morning I sat in the sun and drank my own coffee. No one can take my home from me.”
