recollections: part 1 – a quick explanation – 23/02/22


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Recollections Part 1 – A Quick Explanation 

There are moments in which I live to dream with caution. I know not the best of them, but damn well am I sure of some of them. When my heart will pound with the deepest tributes known to thee, the swinging songs, the flowing throngs trailing behind reverently, gowns so laced, so beautifully. 

I do know the truth here, that love will conquer all, these brides, these goddesses, will surely ascend to their throne, for the men or women within their lives have come here, arrived, with a certainty to tell, there is no agenda in the limelight, and there’s a potency with such well-meaning time. 

Because while I’m resting, my heart is flighty, dancing, petering on the edge of passing, reminiscing, outlasting, and there is naught to subsist on bar the truth, whole truth, nothing but the truth, I will force a smile at thee, passe be the tirades that have singed some’s lives from my lips. 

For being unwell was a terrible curse, it altered me again and again, a nasty little curse, a doppelgänger so unkind, so mean, so hiss-worthy, so plentifully toxic upon the wrong scene. There’s something about someone who looks in part, or whole, to be altogether, to mentally have it here, yet inside, falling under such stormy personal weather, when inside resides a shaky, untoward, fearful anxiety-driven body and mind, while on the surface, is the anger of undesired humankind. 

I neither make excuses nor make the point to hide – entirely – but these are some of my scriptures, and of your opinions, you decide. 

© 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.

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