If I couldn't do my art I would of done something crazy or gone crazy it's starting to take it's toll on me.

From good to bad, and up to down, life twisted us around, now here we stand.

Love's last pain; It is everything. It is nothing. It is unbearable.

Why should you suffer for my pain. Knowledge in this I should try to gain. Does it feel I have left you alone? It may feel I have cut you to the bone, but please believe me, my love is true, I know in the past I didn’t know what to do.

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Memories arise, an echo's gentle sway, circling 'round me, crays of yesterday. Recalling her smile, so beautiful and bright, a beacon of joy in the softest light.

My name is Zoe. I am 37 years old and I was in prison for 6 years. I am currently on parole and have been out of prison for a year and a half. Since then I have been a core member of the Formerly Incarcerated Girls Justice Advocates Melbourne (FIGJAM) Collective.

All men love their freedom, and the freedom they do take. Freedom can be lost, by making many mistakes. Don't take freedom for granted, as they may take it away. Prisons were invented, just to make a young man pay.

When the light returns and the long night fades, and dawn slips soft through shadowed shades, you feel the hush before the day – a whisper of grace that finds its way.

They expect us to play ball, but always move the goalposts. They expect us to hold boundaries, the same they overstep. They want us to abide, but break their own rules.

Christmas day without my family, was such a terrible burden to bare, no Christmas tree, decorations, no presents, no laughter, no joy, no Christmas fare.