Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
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 [...]
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. [...]
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 [...]
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, [...]
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, [...]
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, [...]
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 [...]
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. [...]
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. [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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