Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
The differences between us could be enormous. Life experiences, personal beliefs, ways of going about things. I guess the one we mostly have in common is a desire to be happy. Happiness can manifest itself in many ways from many things, but I’m not interested in seeking it through the materialistic. I’m interested in the personal and interpersonal. We can exist alone but who would we be without companionship, friendships, emotional ties, relatability? [...]
I lay my head softly to rest. It is morning, but I have been awake since eleven in the eve. I don’t toss and turn like some do when their mind is at unease, but I feel the dismay within. Or it may in fact be vehement, it may be sorry, it may be “How did I find myself in this circumstance?”, my life begs of me, tells me there’s other ways to go, and I wish I were strong enough right now to explore those paths, to find a different way for myself. Change appears to be [...]
Our love was a beautiful tragedy, we flourished from the taste of its existence, the way we reacted and acted was like that of a giggling pair of youths. But we lacked maturity, good times could not only be the ones had, falling into his eyes, his hurt, what did it truly mean? Listening to tales, the opening up of [...]
Lost connections, fallen by the wayside, the electricity which surged, now plundered of pride, hypocrisy seems glimmering at the door, I wonder what was intended, and were the relationships meant to be more? Tainted by disconnect, lacking in joinery and glue, once so potent, alienated – by choice? Is this truth? [...]
Your world will feel like a construction site, workers wandering the areas with intent, lifting, hauling, attaching, installing, ensuring that progress is made, this is why they’ve been sent. They are making certain that changes are timely, are attractive, and according to the plans for the one who is paying, and you, you, my friend, [...]
I must move on, my tongue, dull and tired, can no longer remain clipped. I must move forth, in realising I am deserving of much more. I must step forward, understanding that I am worthy, I am priceless, I must go on, because I am strong, I am wise, and I must exercise this intelligence. For many hours, I sat here bubbling and brewing, [...]
I can speak of kindness, of the heart, of warmth, of the joy of here and now, I can speak of closeness, of love, of holding hands while we’re all in rows, I can speak of the courageousness, I can speak of strength, I can speak of resilience, I can speak of the potency [...]
What is this headiness I feel when I gaze into the horizon? The feeling that everything will be okay reassures me, calms me during this fine day. The tears wept and shed a night prior which wracked my soul and reminded me of the reality we all face here, have caused my body to ache, my head to suffer, but now, no more. {...}
An angel smiles down upon me. I know she’s the one who’s been sending me those floaty, tiny, white feathers. A message from the heavens, reassuring me, her way of telling me that we are all being looked after. Often, I have been seeing them, floating into my sight out of nowhere; they make me smile, and I wonder, I wonder, I did wonder who was behind them. {...}
Honestly, where is the truth within that I’m trying to seek? The impermanence of self-esteem to be built up, energetically tremulous then monumental but still humbling when it’s finally seen. The lacking of needing the approval or presence of those I’ve come to depend on, because the truth is, for personal growth I must move forth, look forward. [...]
