|We lose ourselves, Belinda.|
We lose ourselves
On the streets, everyday a lesson.
Thanking God wake up safe next day.
To the Centres to find help, hot food and
A smile, knowing we're not alone out there
Hoping this is going to be the day life changes
Find a hostel, or a safe place
In the ocean of your love.
Poem from The Homeless Library, the first history of British homelessness. Told through poems, interviews, artworks and handmade books.
A documentary film about the project can be found here.