Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Month: October 2020

  • Poem: Hoarder – 08/10/20

    Poem: Hoarder – 08/10/20

    He hoards not objects,
    not physical implements
    but emotions,
    he caresses them,
    they express their feelings
    heard and meant.

    He greedily
    takes these from others,
    swipe, snatch, grab,
    one hand carries the contents of
    another’s heavy heart,
    another carries pain and loathing
    in the other hand
    which seems it shan’t ever depart.

    Into a precious round
    glass bowl he places
    extracted stolen feelings
    watching them swirl;
    it gives him a mildly pleased feeling

    as though he’s appeased
    his internal sufferings
    by borrowing –
    that’s what he calls it –
    emotions which he will supervise
    until the morning.

    Because he only needs
    access to these
    for a night and a day,
    it is his means of survival,
    his nutritional content,
    shall we say?

    He feeds off other’s expressions
    because truly, he cannot
    forgive nor accept his own transgressions.

    He needs to heal himself
    with the emotions of others
    as though patchwork sewn,
    slapped on,
    to disguise the
    holes within his cloudy aura.

    He is tainted by prior actions,
    and he repairs himself
    temporarily with that
    which is stolen,
    it’s enough to please him
    until the coming of morning.

    And then he will
    hunt and hoard again,
    applying that to whichever part of himself
    is sadly and ostensibly broken.

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  • Poem: New Beginnings – 05/10/20

    Poem: New Beginnings – 05/10/20

    With new beginnings comes new struggles,
    everything seems somewhat unfamiliar and
    disconcerting because you’re away from normal calm,
    and closer to the potential for failure and sorrows.

    You don’t know how to proceed,
    how to process,
    who to turn to,
    it used to be the norm,
    now the situation is alien to you,
    and here you are,
    all you wanted was to do was learn.

    It’s been so many years,
    you don’t know how to navigate,
    but it is new,
    it is different,
    please be kind to yourself,

    you can take the time to retrain,
    to understand the system,
    it shouldn’t be so difficult,
    in the end
    others have performed these tasks
    themselves with their own forms of wisdom,
    and so can you, too.

    What is life without struggles,
    what is personal growth without
    a degree of discomfort,
    the initial stretch of yourself
    to be become a better person
    often begins with some form
    of duress.

    And what say you to running away
    from it all,
    hiding your head in the sand
    or under a rock,
    no, that is for people who give up
    on challenges,
    and you’re not one of these
    people,
    that trait is nowhere to be seen
    within you.

    So, strengthen yourself,
    understand that you must troupe on,
    begin the fight,
    begin the process of relearning and
    carrying on
    because you’ve committed to it,
    and this is the right thing to do,

    be proud of where you are now,
    at the beginning,
    where it will all restart,
    the journey,
    the journey,
    another one is commencing at last.

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    Photo by Patrick Fore on Unsplash

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  • Poem: Lantern – 04/10/20

    Poem: Lantern – 04/10/20

    I try to light the way for myself,
    only me at the present,
    for myself I can only take responsibility,
    but maybe in the future
    I’ll brighten the paths of others,
    allowing them to feel illumination from
    my positive attitude and candour.

    I smile and I dance into my path
    of least resistance,
    of least duress,
    the lantern which dangles from my wrist
    is warming,
    and comforting,
    no less.

    It shines so brightly it sears my eyes,
    I have to be careful not to glance at it for too long,
    it provides me ample light to distinguish the darkness
    from the path ahead,
    and promising me relief at last.

    There is pride in following a path of truth,
    there is great merit in exploring one’s past
    as well as their humble heart and mind,
    within their corporal home,
    swimming spirituality imbues,

    and there is magic in progressing forward
    and in the knowing,
    that I will continue to create,
    to make,
    to attain,
    to not have to again hide myself from the world,
    having to refrain.

    Refraining from shining is old news,
    now is the time to explore the inner strength,
    fortitude,
    strident being that I am.

    I tried to light the way for myself,
    but now I feel strong enough to take on the
    responsibility of assisting and guiding others,
    perhaps I can be their mentor,
    perhaps they can in turn mentor me,
    and in a circle of knowledge we will dance
    and feel joyous,
    so happy,
    inextricably.

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  • Poem: Rolling Waves and Green Pastures – 02/10/20

    Poem: Rolling Waves and Green Pastures – 02/10/20

    Rolling waves in my mind pass by,
    sumptuous, decadent,
    tidal, in their own time,
    I smile to myself as I feel the ebb and the flow
    of my thoughts travel singularly
    then as one,
    a conglomeration of multitudes,
    my will,
    coming along so beautifully,
    they could temporarily stun.

    This is my time,
    my springtime of my middle youth,
    where I have now grown and prematurely gone to pasture
    and I am taking in all I can,
    this is truth.

    I am relaxing in my moments,
    I am sinking in the hay,
    I am enjoying the fresh wind,
    the air,
    the breeze,
    it softens me,
    I smile to myself,
    and I wish that I could stay.

    I am at one with this world,
    I am becoming the strength I’ve long searched for,
    what I’ve needed,
    what I’ve come to depend upon others for,
    but now I am powerful,
    and I can ride those waves as though upon a creature
    battling the crests,
    with magical chimes and
    announcements sounding all around
    that I have arrived.

    I am profound,
    or at least, I believe I am,
    I hear these sounds,
    I take in the smiles,
    the welcoming body language and calls
    of my family,
    from the land, the water,
    the pastures,
    oh, such wanted sounds.

    I am accepted,
    but more importantly,
    I am accepting myself finally,
    I am here,
    in mind, body and spirit,
    finally,
    as one, not separate entities,

    and off the cuff,
    I compose gentle words in my mind
    as I watch the waves
    rise and fall,

    my heart,
    my mind,
    my presence,
    I will accept myself,
    flaws and all.

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  • Poem: Coming Home – 01/10/20

    Poem: Coming Home – 01/10/20

    Coming home,
    returning to that comfort,
    grasping onto something that will make
    her feel some level of homeliness.

    Away for a time,
    in a foreign place,
    alone, mostly,
    far from loved ones.

    Recovering, recovering,
    she’s been so strong thus far,
    we’re so proud of her,
    I wish she’d know this.

    Coming home, shall she return to our arms,
    our welcoming this day?
    An outpouring of comfort,
    of care, concern,
    our desire to attend to all her needs,
    come what may.

    She has provided for us all,
    she has lived her life in willing servitude
    to ensure we have been given the
    best possible upbringing,
    and now is time to return the loving kindness,
    we are always here for you, Mother,
    please know this.

    Beckon and call as much as you please,
    we will be here to listen, give,
    whatever you need,
    if you request hours of rest,
    we’ll allow you that, too,
    even if we want to be close to you.

    To hear your wise words,
    your perspective on the world,
    your advice,
    your experiences,
    your frustrations, fears,
    pains,
    future dreams,

    I am all ears,
    I am here, willing to be,
    here for you,
    listening,
    in whole, not part,
    in all,
    everything.

    Let us roll away the painful headaches,
    the sorrows,
    the calamities within our minds,
    let us deal with the blow upon blow
    because progress is on the horizon,
    future brightness is what we like.

    Allow us to understand that we are on
    this journey together,
    that we will make it through with each other,
    there’s not much to understand further,
    we will fight this battle together.

    Thank you for everything,
    I hope strong Father returns home today
    accompanied by my brave, courageous mother.

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