Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: affirmation

  • Prose: Be Prepared, Be Prepared – 16/05/21

    Prose: Be Prepared, Be Prepared – 16/05/21


    I am here, present in this second, this moment, my attitude is hell-bent on being successful, not necessarily as others deem or know it. My cause lies in the unknown, in the process of my soul becoming freer, 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 life 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.

    Do not cancel out the possibility that the child may secretly morph into a book, words to be enjoyed, permitting a second look, or rather could their eyes be the depths of the world, a place to find the perfect alibi, covering answers all around? Perhaps she’ll just be herself, or he will play at the creek, with sticks and palettes of makeup, or in the mud, to one side lies our careful yet admiring eyes, stare, blink, repeat.

    And I now shake myself from your mind, stare into your amazing being, it’s the tremendous one-year anniversary, what more celebration could you provide, more than always being there for all of us, for Father, the boys, and I? Our wondrous life, blessed indeed. Together, we shall fly.

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    Artwork by myself.

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  • Poem: I Am – 07/07/21

    Poem: I Am – 07/07/21

    I am the whistle in your wheeze,
    the sound that never leaves,
    the breath beneath your stare,
    the salt water evaporated in your hair.

    I am the pleasantries heaved
    when compliments attend to dreams,
    I am that catch in your voice
    when emotional you grow,
    that perceived weakness is your vice,
    the aching wants you feel and know.

    I am that smile within your tunes,
    I am the heart within your song,
    I am the beauty in your madness,
    how amazingly we get along.

    I am the chime in your jingle,
    I am the spring in your step,
    I am the heart in your living,
    you feel so blessed, yes?

    I am here momentarily
    like an uttered groan,
    a yearning state of being
    I know you know,
    I am like the butterfly gracing the very
    tip of your nose,
    I’ll keep you company,
    hold your presence so very, very close.

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  • Prose: Losing Grip, Gaining Momentum – 30/05/21

    Prose: Losing Grip, Gaining Momentum – 30/05/21

    Stability, balance, breath; it’s all I need, in, out, announcing my presence, my cares rise like air, into the atmosphere they appear to swirl, yet in my mind, I am stagnant, there must be a woman within, not this impressionable young, little girl inside. That youngster awaits, with insolence, she does not want to see, that the path undertaken by some ill-fated decisions, their negativities and future judgements allowed are glaring to others, plain to see. Why cannot I understand that I’m losing grip on the reality of accountability, need I digress? Think of poor decisions like little stars, from here they feature and twinkle, but in reality, they explode, combust, from afar, a death already done, a death already begun. Fate has decided that this girl must learn or her progress, hard work, personal growth and path, will cease to be, unravel it may, completely come undone.

    But there is a positive way of knowing that steps can be made, forward, one foot in front of the other, balance, balance… break… It’s not a lapse in judgement, it’s just a broken moment; thought patterns causing pauses while I analyse future processes. For decisions cannot always come to us easily, and right and wrong may not simply extract themselves from emotion and feelings. I am yet to be angered to the point of no return, because my frustrations at poor treatment have been calmed, my quarrel with disrespect relaxed, coping mechanisms developed. To poor behaviour, it seems this girl is not so malleable, after all. I cannot control how others treat me, but I can accept and decide when from their presence I will turn and leave.

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