I have leaned so much
conducting Group-Work
in Hostels in London
Day-after-day
Night-after-night
with various groups.
Not all Young people.
Not all only homeless
Not all only drug dependent
Not all with mental heath struggles
Not all out-of-prison
Not all out-of-care
Donuts
a method of enticing people to attend
then relaxing
dunking donuts in chocolate
then a developmental session
SCHEDULED for one hour
but often drifting into many more
especially the late night ones.
Late nights/all nights can be the most difficult when you are living in a hostel ......
Here is a poem composed by one young BEAUTIFUL human.
SUGAR HOOPED WEEKS
People seem to forget
Or
Chose to erase
Those
Those sugar battered priceless days
That you
So excitedly give
Pumped with familiar phrases
Which would
Exhilarate if they felt
Whilst others would scorn
My sweet
You
Sit and wonder
Why their fuck off phrases
Continue
To meet
And dampen the torment
The fear
That maybe you
My friend
Maybe you once felt
I once did wonder
If I could give
If I could touch
That trembling hand
That unheard heart
That let alone
I do
And in them
And these
Sugar hooped weeks
You
My friend
Beneath the spangled words I taketh
Are
Simply beautiful too!
By Charlie
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