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A Poem By Vicky Hiscock

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What is my life?

It’s treading on eggshells and feeling like a chicken

It’s being scared of the sound of keys in the door

It’s not being able to protect my son when you’re as afraid of the dark as he is

It’s hiding bruises and making excuses

What is my life?

It’s seeking help from others who have walked in your shoes before

It’s taking little steps that require big breaths

It’s taking the number from the posters you see and praying that you’ll break free

It’s standing up and getting out

What is my life?

It’s visits from police and social services

It’s new locks on your doors and keys that are just yours

It’s scary and stressful but it’s worth it when you realise they’re there to help, not to place blame

It’s ups and downs. It’s an emotional rollercoaster

What is my life?

It’s feeling free and smiling again

It’s happy tears and the sound of laughter

It’s freedom to be who you want to be and learning what love is supposed to be

It’s looking back and moving forward

What is YOUR life?

It’s surviving, it’s coping, it’s all going to be ok

It’s not your fault and it’s not shameful

It happened and yes it was painful

But we’re here and we’re free

We are here. We are free

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