Appetite for Innocence

by Lucinda Berry

My mind and body are separate now. I used to just be me. One person. But now I’m split. I have a body and a mind. I can go back and forth between the two but they rarely ever meet. I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever go back to just being one.

It doesn’t matter how good you have it or how much other people love you. It doesn’t change the fact that your real dad left you and the person who birthed you doesn’t care enough about you to be in your life. It leaves a mark even if you don’t want it to.

quickly decided there couldn’t be a God because no God who was supposed to love me and had the power to intervene in my life would do nothing to save me. I didn’t have to be scared of going to hell because of my unbelief. I was already there. I lived in it every day.

They’re trying to put me back into my life, but I don’t fit. I’ve been disassembled and even though they think I’ve been put back together, I’m not. Parts are missing.

“We all have our pain and our secrets. None of us get through this life unscathed.