Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Gasp – 26/10/20

    Poem: Gasp – 26/10/20

    I gasp.
    It wasn’t expected,
    to see this sight today.
    But then, I smile,
    because in a way,
    I have been quietly asked to let go of personal dismay.

    I’ve set my sights on improvement,
    within my life I’m going to change,
    and I’ve already made self-alterations,
    I can view them on the page.

    As they’re read quietly, in my own style,
    I acknowledge what I’ve already done for myself,
    forming new habits takes a while.
    Learning to look after myself,
    my mind, my body,
    I can amplify what they are needing,
    for what they are calling.

    For I try to now listen to them,
    and my spirit,
    to these three, I’ve forged a commitment,
    to care for myself mentally, holistically,
    to do so means in a manner positively
    and wholeheartedly.

    No room for doubt or fear,
    or wondering if there’s enough strength in me to steer,
    I will attend to my life’s direction,
    I will be illuminated in the sunshine,
    and heal and succeed, re-connection,
    heal, mend, and attend,
    I’ve already performed the interventions.

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  • Taking a Small Break from the Blog

    Taking a Small Break from the Blog

    To all my lovely readers,

    I just wanted to let you all know I will be taking a break from my blog for a little while. Thank you for reading my posts. I will return soon. I am unable to completely put my all into my posts lately due to unforeseen events in my life, so I feel it’s best to take some time out. I will miss reading all of your work and keeping up to date with everyone’s posts!

    I will see you very soon.

    All my love,

    Lauren

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  • Poem: Sharing – 14/10/20

    Poem: Sharing – 14/10/20

    What can I share with my small world?
    Perhaps kind words, understanding, empathy,
    cherished friendships and love for others,

    listening, being there,
    calming, caring,
    and throughout the process I am
    subtly growing.

    There is the understanding that I am able to
    assist others and not selfishly
    always think of myself,

    the joy in fostering happiness with others,
    perhaps it’s part of being more
    self-aware, and possessing more
    self-knowledge to be positive,
    to be present,
    always there.

    Part of the process of my journey
    in becoming a better human being
    has come with reflection and time,
    considerations of variances of life experiences,
    dark and light.

    There have been many
    positive experiences,
    so too, despairing and sadness,
    but it is with consideration,
    reflection of both negativity and positivity
    that has been,
    that I can truly
    appreciate my path and provide to others
    with my altered, developing perspectives.

    To make their hearts warm,
    to feel appreciated also,
    no longer am I swirling down,
    down, down,
    in the darkness which had engulfed me
    hellishly below,

    now,
    I am brighter, kinder, lighter,
    and I dare say, my path of spiritual growth seems
    more direct and much more calmer.

    As I increase my self-understanding,
    I can encourage joyfulness
    and cheery moments
    with kindhearted words
    to those who are in need,
    and those who too wish to engage in the sharing,
    allow me to share with you the fruits of my self-healing.

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  • Poem: Facade – 13/10/20

    Poem: Facade – 13/10/20

    There’s the facade that everything’s okay.
    We walk our neighbourhood route,
    acting naturally, smiling as our arms sway.
    But there’s a hidden secret,
    it’s kept close, away from prying eyes,
    the facade we hide behind,
    that nothing is astray or awry within our lives.

    Behind closed doors is suffering,
    but behind the walls so too is steady recovery,
    and within the walls of a bravely beating,
    fighter’s heart drums the strength and courage
    equivalent to many.

    It’s no secret to a small group of others,
    the facts have been divulged and shared,
    the pain, the initial distraught,
    the distress, the load,
    amongst those trusted, those close,

    and we’ve kept the secret quiet from
    the majority of others,
    it’s a will that must be done,
    must be respected,
    like a healing wound, to be carefully covered.

    There is no shame in what is occurring,
    no need to hide behind hands,
    to be embarrassed about anything,
    but there is no need for a public fight,
    it is a battle, yes,
    but to carry the courage within and muster the strength
    to keep repairing is preferable to do so in privacy.

    So, allow us the facade,
    allow us the truth, too,
    allow us to share and hide what that special someone
    is going through,
    because with time,
    they’ll repair, great and strong,
    and rise, and rise with wings of triumph,
    back to the stead of life where they belong.

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  • Poem: You Did The Saving – 12/10/20

    Poem: You Did The Saving – 12/10/20

    Be unique, yourself,
    never try to fit in for the sake of being
    like everyone else,
    embrace that love and care you now have
    for yourself within,
    it’s hard earned –
    I know this is truth,
    all those years struggling
    to be more than you believed you could be,
    listening to that catastrophic,
    negative, self-talking din
    eating your mind through and through,
    always believing there was nothing
    you could do.

    Now, I can see it in your eyes,
    you’re so much stronger,
    there’s no fear within,
    you’re living for the here and now,
    and seriously, for so much longer,
    you have faith in your spirit and soul,
    and know that you are amazing,
    you are delightful,
    you are wondrous and strong,
    and that, my friend,
    is worth forever saving,
    these melodious tunes in your mind and heart,
    they will always keep you company,
    as long as you know that you’re unique,
    and know that you did the saving.

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  • Poem: Gentle Flower Petal – 11/10/20

    Poem: Gentle Flower Petal – 11/10/20

    Gentle flower petal,
    how beautifully you twirl,
    within the lake
    amidst my reflection
    that stares back,
    showing something that’s
    strangely unlike me,
    not precisely the same,
    but still heart strings are tugged,
    emotions swirl.

    Pink petal, pink petal,
    how fragrant you must
    have been
    before you were immersed in this
    seemingly picture-perfect scene.

    And within this not-so-mirror image
    which stares and stares right back,
    I wonder to myself,
    what is lacking?
    And when will it come back
    to my hands?

    Perfect petal, you swim
    as though you’re gently
    treading water,
    peacefully bobbing above
    the waterline,
    no flow to drag you under.

    And as you enter my reflection
    how you feel immersed
    in the warmth that engulfs you,
    so precious in this land you are.

    You’re in uncharted territory,
    you’re unknowing of the world in
    which you’re floating,
    even I cannot fathom my
    true reflection
    because I do not know
    every turn,
    every nook and cranny’s exploration.

    But petals can get lost
    down these winding paths,
    there’s blockages,
    scar tissue in the grooves
    from life’s aftermath

    but gently, Petal, you will float,
    over and away,
    only to return to explore again
    another day.

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  • Poem: Tendrils – 10/10/20

    Poem: Tendrils – 10/10/20

    In winding tendrils of blonde and brunette,
    we wrap ourselves
    and smile as we get
    the feeling of warmth,
    the feeling of comfort,
    the fortifications of hearts
    well meant.

    The curls which cascade
    upon our backs,
    the heaviness and bounciness
    of waves heaven-sent,
    angelic are we,
    understanding to be,
    our knowing,
    our feelings,
    no reservations to see.

    We shake the tendrils,
    we loosen our concerns,
    we live, we accept,
    we delve into worldliness,
    we learn,

    following the advice of
    those possessing a higher power,
    being grateful for
    what’s enclosing,
    encapsulating ourselves,
    our closeness,
    our solidarity,
    strength with others.

    So, embrace the freedom
    of these cascading curls,
    watch them shimmer
    and shine,
    glimmer as we twirl,

    we’re not meant for discomfort;
    reflect, shine –
    that dulled away pain?

    Twirling curls around out pointer fingers,
    some might mistake us as vain.

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  • Poem: Silver Lining – 09/10/20

    Poem: Silver Lining – 09/10/20

    There’s always an opportunity,
    a silver lining,
    the chance to advance,
    or gain at developing,

    the admirable qualities
    held within,
    a spark
    or a prism,
    beautiful rainbow rays
    can be seen.

    Even when circumstances
    appear dismal,
    tough, rough,
    and you’re
    asking yourself
    “Am I even enough?”

    Enough for what?
    Enough for whom?
    You, darling,
    sparkle,
    you light up the room.

    You can extract that
    hidden layer within,
    that shining silver
    how it glimmers
    for you,
    not her, not them,
    nor him,

    no, this opportunity,
    this journey is yours
    and yours alone,
    wrap yourself protectively
    as though it is your gown.

    Enclosed you are,
    but radiating opportunity,
    the beauty in the feeling,
    the beauty in the growing.

    And what’s more apt
    than shining and reflecting this
    back to yourself?
    You’re a powerhouse of strength,
    don’t let anyone tell you
    anything else.

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  • Poem: Hoarder – 08/10/20

    Poem: Hoarder – 08/10/20

    He hoards not objects,
    not physical implements
    but emotions,
    he caresses them,
    they express their feelings
    heard and meant.

    He greedily
    takes these from others,
    swipe, snatch, grab,
    one hand carries the contents of
    another’s heavy heart,
    another carries pain and loathing
    in the other hand
    which seems it shan’t ever depart.

    Into a precious round
    glass bowl he places
    extracted stolen feelings
    watching them swirl;
    it gives him a mildly pleased feeling

    as though he’s appeased
    his internal sufferings
    by borrowing –
    that’s what he calls it –
    emotions which he will supervise
    until the morning.

    Because he only needs
    access to these
    for a night and a day,
    it is his means of survival,
    his nutritional content,
    shall we say?

    He feeds off other’s expressions
    because truly, he cannot
    forgive nor accept his own transgressions.

    He needs to heal himself
    with the emotions of others
    as though patchwork sewn,
    slapped on,
    to disguise the
    holes within his cloudy aura.

    He is tainted by prior actions,
    and he repairs himself
    temporarily with that
    which is stolen,
    it’s enough to please him
    until the coming of morning.

    And then he will
    hunt and hoard again,
    applying that to whichever part of himself
    is sadly and ostensibly broken.

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  • Poem: New Beginnings – 05/10/20

    Poem: New Beginnings – 05/10/20

    With new beginnings comes new struggles,
    everything seems somewhat unfamiliar and
    disconcerting because you’re away from normal calm,
    and closer to the potential for failure and sorrows.

    You don’t know how to proceed,
    how to process,
    who to turn to,
    it used to be the norm,
    now the situation is alien to you,
    and here you are,
    all you wanted was to do was learn.

    It’s been so many years,
    you don’t know how to navigate,
    but it is new,
    it is different,
    please be kind to yourself,

    you can take the time to retrain,
    to understand the system,
    it shouldn’t be so difficult,
    in the end
    others have performed these tasks
    themselves with their own forms of wisdom,
    and so can you, too.

    What is life without struggles,
    what is personal growth without
    a degree of discomfort,
    the initial stretch of yourself
    to be become a better person
    often begins with some form
    of duress.

    And what say you to running away
    from it all,
    hiding your head in the sand
    or under a rock,
    no, that is for people who give up
    on challenges,
    and you’re not one of these
    people,
    that trait is nowhere to be seen
    within you.

    So, strengthen yourself,
    understand that you must troupe on,
    begin the fight,
    begin the process of relearning and
    carrying on
    because you’ve committed to it,
    and this is the right thing to do,

    be proud of where you are now,
    at the beginning,
    where it will all restart,
    the journey,
    the journey,
    another one is commencing at last.

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