Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
...It’s difficult to gaze into ‘imperfections’ that make myself me, my mind calls out with interjections, telling myself I’m exactly the way God intended me to be, self-acceptance, understanding, it slowly grows like soft moss within, flourishing, lush, promising, plush and ever-green. [...]
I am brightness within eyes and air between wings, rise with me, moods are heightened, how amazing is salvation? I have been forgiven and it was granted years before, but acceptance, realisation, has long been in the making, acknowledgement of the gravity of the situation, [...]
Our feet together, they step in time, gentle footsteps, intertwine, yielding memories, forthcoming hope, endangered circumstance, thoughts, hearts, pump, grow. I know the understanding I have is too right, that the assertions made shall linger into the night, hands held, palm to palm, they know, intuitively speaking, they meld, we meld, complex love disarms. [...]
As I sit in my rocking chair I ponder to myself, what is there to contemplate or even know, how should I proceed in life, these stumbling blocks keep coming, they are rife, and they trash my days and hours, slitting them open like warm butter attacked with a knife. [...]
I am currently away without leave, taken steps to walk from progress so I can be there, to care for the ones I used to revolt from, those who love me with every inch no matter past sadness, but pray tell I do digress, I need to be here, not unavailable, but present, my presence used to be far, far less. [...]
Today’s been a struggle I must openly admit, not feeling seasonal affective, but rather seasonally dejected, my mind, it swims with sadness, amiss is my prowess, my brightness gone, my ability to deal with rejection or silence when reaching forth to others with smiles or hopeful song. [...]
Lovely Grace from Grace of the Sun recently nominated me for the Sunshine Blogger Award, and I thank her kindly for her wonderful nomination. This is the second blogger award she's put me forth for, and I am so grateful for this.
Be Present, Be Present I am here, present in this second, this moment, my attitude is hell-bent on being successful, not necessarily as others deem it or know. My cause lies in the unknown, in the process of my soul becoming more known, the enlightening of processing my intention – allow us some cloudy ascension. Spiritual connections; my repeating voice drones. I am available for unlimited knowledge to permeate through my being, much like a sizzling wavelength enveloping me. I know, oh, how I know, that while my heart, long before, has been ravaged, and bittersweet were those partings, with each return I felt anew, but why is it something which needs to be revisited? In lieu of my manager, I feel a part of, knowing what’s available, I can come here and load thoughts and dreams into an embryo, in the warehouse, yes, the future of tomorrow. And here the little being will grow and flourish and shine, blossom into a wild, untamed belly--bound youth with flowing girlish hair, similar to mine. We know not of her sex, of his intellect, or their preference, but certainly the moment we lay eyes on our precious creation, we will know, we will know, time spent admiring is ultimately well spent. [...]
The flea market presents – options – one-of-a-kinds, and rip-off pieces, poor imitations, badly woven threads, lurid patterns, blatant patent breaches seen, and the imaginary, the ingenuity, and the copies of a land in between. [...]
Toss the book aside, the one with all the rules, adorn thyself with personal care, self-love, amalgamate the zones around my heart and mind, Complicated? Yes. Internal battle, discoveries, a sheer delight. [...]
