my mission is pure,
Seer’s blood I am sure,
entitled to breathe in and relax
because I am laying, stress-relieved upon my back,
there’s nothing left to say except this,
I cannot stress enough the importance of
wanting to remain,
to be the best in life that I can be,
pity those who care not for life,
who do not accept it as something
to be cherished, loved,
adored, too.
I cannot believe that some just coast on by
never taking in what surrounds them,
beauty of November, sprinklings of May,
and baby, I wish you to spread those wings
and want to stay,
honestly, reckoning I shall
because there’s so much to delve into,
the possibilities are endless,
I will say.
(07/11/21)
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Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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