Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Month: December 2020

  • Poem: Good Enough – 17/12/20

    Poem: Good Enough – 17/12/20

    Preparation and anxiety
    will I be good enough, can they, will they see?
    Can’t they understand that this is a mere portion of me?
    Will they judge this slice of myself I’ve allowed them to hold, made myself free?

    For interest’s sake of understanding myself,
    I’ve had to type and analyse myself,
    not the present but the past,
    it is how the foundations knew
    how to be rise forth
    from my prior despair and gloom.

    It is not a refection of my current self,
    it is not a mirror image of how I’d be, left upon the shelf,
    the documentation is a detailing of facts and feelings,
    emotions and dealings,
    and my god,
    I scraped through hell for this material.

    I now lie in bed,
    grasping the sheets of paper tight to my chest
    as I stare blankly at the ceiling.
    perhaps I will be good enough, after all.

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  • Poem: Solitude – 17/12/20

    Poem: Solitude – 17/12/20

    A little bit of freedom,
    a nice hot cup of tea,
    or a long black, milk served on the side,
    soon to be enjoyed by little old me.

    Wandering around and around,
    little sights to be appreciated,
    to be seen,
    things we took for granted
    once upon a time,
    now appreciative I am,
    and I’ll continue to be.

    But things are different,
    they’re somehow not the same,
    I can’t change what’s occurred,
    the situation cannot be tamed.

    So, I wander,
    and I think,
    and I tell myself,
    don’t reminisce,
    because it’ll only cause things
    internalised to leap out from within.

    There are things that shan’t be
    spoken of,
    there are things which can be thought of well,
    because,
    there were times when
    happiness was surrounding,
    like a bubble, laughter like a potion,
    not poison but intoxicating,
    it’s now in the past,
    the solution diluted into a salty ocean.

    I wander the areas where light footprints
    were tracked many times,
    from favourite stores,
    to favourite shops,
    joy and widened eyes,

    “Look at that!” I’d exclaim,
    “Look at this,” I would call,
    “and here,” I would point,
    my words no longer listened to at all.

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  • Poem: Winsome Dreams – 17/12/20

    Poem: Winsome Dreams – 17/12/20

    The reflection in the river is
    crystalline and sweet,
    it abides by the directives of
    hidden, winsome dreams.

    I am calm sitting by the water,
    I trail my fingers shallowly,
    I wonder to myself,
    will I grow,
    will I succeed,
    what will I need?

    What’s internal is enough,
    my strength and courage,
    steadfast inklings are sleek,
    not rough,

    the slim possibility of
    future untoward histories,
    lay broken, snapped,
    in the riverbed nearby,
    moments never again to be seen.

    I feel the air well inside my chest,
    as I take in everything truthful and freeing,
    nothing encumbering,
    no lying,
    no deceiving,
    I just need to be powerful in these moments
    to succeed,
    to stand my ground,
    to fight for what will cause my heart and mind
    to positively careen,
    amazement all around.

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  • Poem: And the Fairy Prince of Summer – 14/12/20

    Poem: And the Fairy Prince of Summer – 14/12/20

    The prince of Summer,
    he flits into her life,
    carving a journey,
    nullifying strife.

    He is mischievous,
    clever, kind, and smart,
    and knows the pathway into many hearts.

    Will his visitation be pure,
    will it last long, will her heart be mine?
    he calls to nobody in particular,
    above a wondrous sun,
    her sun rays a glinting sign.

    He wants to be present,
    he wants to brighten her eyes,
    he wants to be held in esteem
    and watch her self-confidence flower.

    She is more than enough and so is he,
    the prince of Summer, flits with his wings,
    taking her on the ride of her life,
    this fairy and her will become,
    something special,
    at least for the moment,
    the days and weeks have never felt so well-strung.

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  • Poem: An Unexpected Arrival – 12/12/20

    Poem: An Unexpected Arrival – 12/12/20

    An unexpected arrival,
    shrieks and joy to be had,
    family, friends and more,
    there’s not need to feel alone or bad.

    We sit and chat,
    I stand and embrace,
    my heart is emboldened,
    of you, there is no trace,

    I am ecstatic in this moment,
    surrounded by those I love,
    and those she loves,
    her day was blessed,
    with much pomp and circumstance,
    the surprise could never go a negative way.

    Be bright and smile with us,
    we are a unit, a family,
    be strong with us,
    we have woven wefts that continue
    strengthening and growing.

    Illness has surprisingly made us closer,
    the requirements, the needs, the wants,
    the vulnerabilities,
    the desire to fight,
    the need to be strong.

    We need not concern ourselves with nonsense
    or upsets that are not required towards
    her healing,
    bone dry are our eyes
    because we do not need any form of weeping.

    The visit was brief,
    the visit was unexpected,
    but it broke up the time we were
    quietly relaxing,
    and I thank them for their dropping in,
    to share some happiness,
    to share with our joy within.

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  • Poem: Returning – 10/12/20

    Poem: Returning – 10/12/20

    I am returning from the brink of disaster and gloom,
    I am returning to bright sunshine of that shared room,
    I am announcing that there is so much left to say for me,
    I am denouncing all that was incorrectly spoken of me.

    I work my way back to the untruths,
    the convoluted prisms which glint with lies and stains,
    I scrub and I scrub,
    I save myself,
    why bother with how they’ve tainted my name
    because these aren’t the lips of babes,

    I am mighty here,
    courageous and brave,
    I will fight to save myself from the tirades of insistence,
    triumphant?
    Wills and wants be tamed.

    I am erect with bravery,
    I know not of methods that should enliven nor save me,
    because I have no requirement of these,
    of those,
    I am living and breathing and embodying all that has been known.

    My chin is high with stubborn pride,
    I shan’t allow the potential of vehement jargon defeat me,
    not cause a need to hide,
    I am here,
    I am now,
    I am ready to move forward,
    and I’m telling you,
    there’s no room for travelling backwards.

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  • Poem: Bejeweled – 08/12/20

    Poem: Bejeweled – 08/12/20

    I am unsure,
    but I have achieved my goal,
    a glint, and a glint, a smile,
    oh, how I shan’t actually fall.

    I have created some light
    amongst some gloom,
    glow, glow, glow, darling,
    this is none too soon.

    Independent moments and
    useless nerves,
    worrisome,
    why had I concerned myself with the
    fear of explosions
    and bombing of words around my heart
    but then…

    I am accepted for what I’ve done,
    even though it is not approved,
    I am being viewed as my age,
    and decisions are mine for me to make,
    triumph and gratitude,
    there’s not much left to say.

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  • Poem: And Breathe – 06/12/20

    Poem: And Breathe – 06/12/20

    Sycophantic sounds run rife in the wind,
    asking me,
    telling me,
    dear, you must breathe.

    Words of honour code another,
    perpetuated by shield and armour.
    The shiny glint of clash upon clash,
    ashes to dust,
    ashes to ash.

    The death of friendship,
    was that ever really it?
    Temporarily blinded,
    tirades seemed it.

    Pin the tail on the donkey,
    fire away with the dragon,
    lighten the load by stripping away
    all there was to behold again.

    Quietness now,
    solitude, gratitude, and self-kindness,
    day by day telling myself
    that I deserve to embrace this.

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  • Poem: Open Heart – 04/12/20

    Poem: Open Heart – 04/12/20

    Opening my heart
    a little more today,
    I’ll allow access to this
    beating organ,
    I’ll share this with you,
    I may.

    I searched high and low
    for the possibilities,
    for the answers to my conundrums,
    but the fact of the matter is,
    we only experience,
    and learn from the moments.

    I sit beneath the moonlight
    all alone,
    and this is strangely the way that
    I like it,
    solitude is calming,
    being on my own is strengthening,
    I feel somewhat whole,
    contemplation is beckoning.

    It allows me to soften,
    not harden,
    unlike when I was in company and had to alter
    my personality,
    pandering,
    assuming another type of identity,
    how had I allowed this to happen to me?

    Finally feeling the freedom,
    opening my heart a little more
    each day,
    it peeks and winks through the
    gap in my chest and then suddenly,
    I’m exposed entirely,
    unknowingly,
    and it doesn’t scare me at all,
    hope and light are shining my way.

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