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Volunteers with a History of Offending - June 2019

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Ladies Group - A poem by Vicky

Today I woke up in pain again… not the type of pain that most experience, but an agony I struggle to explain. It’s like a huge hole in my chest and dull acting running through my veins. It’s a crawling feeling beneath my skin, a crushing feeling deep within. It’s the type of pain with no label or name, That haunting pain you only know if you have felt the same. It’s like grieving a loss, but no one has died, Its feeling ashamed of your scars with nowhere to hide. Its wanting to scream out aloud but having no voice, Its struggling daily because you have no choice. It’s the tormenting thoughts that keep you up a night, The closed curtains, blocking out any light. It’s the endless sorrow that suffocates you, With no way of escape. The desperation to run away and seek peace, And all the what IF’s you must face. Its drowning in the floods of tears, That stain your skin. Repeatedly healing the broken child and soothing her, before the day begins. It’s t

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