Believe me when I say
finally the path is being laid.
No more erring, not more wandering
down the garden path,
curiosity calling,
my eyes bright and prowling,
hoping to happen upon a sumptuous sight of
reverence and beauty,
truth and humility,
friendship and loyalty,
trust, and above all,
a close-knit family.
The weave in my Life’s wefts has become tighter,
I’ve learned to control myself far better,
the outrage, the moods, the temper,
that which had always dragged me under.
Yet now, the past seems preposterous,
my behaviour childish and helpless,
tantrums, snapping, I’m now all about self-improvement,
and I govern as such toward those who also want a hand with it.
Though, I can lead them to the water,
I cannot make them drink,
I can assist at guiding their thoughts but I cannot
take away their independence and ability to think.
Proactiveness is the way, to master oneself,
productivity opens one’s eyes and adds to self-worth,
my precious ones, rise on high.
Now soar, soar, with your supportive wings
guiding you,
what to do, what to do?
Improvements to be followed through.
© 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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