Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
Things may seem unwarranted, like the Universe has delivered 'unfair', and mental aches pain you from knowing that from this place, you'll soon have to vacate here. But know that while you've been dealt certain undesirable cards, feel the warmth and concern of others, you don't need to trip, nor fall hard. How to escape a circumstance you particularly are loathe to leave? Much rather remain, would you, [...]
Sustaining the high energy of the beautiful vitality within thy soul, watch as it trickles through the gaps visible in the aura that surrounds you whole. You are wonderful just the way you are, the courteous, gentle being who sings slightly off-key, it is permissible to be less than perfect, because this is what I have to say freely: [...]
I sit, and I am at peace with myself. My wants, my necessities, checked in at the door. I am stronger internally, than ever before. All I took was to shed some skin, and take in the light, the light from an orb. I harness that energy, [...]
Not right, not right, not right. Matchmaking is more than a plight, I shall denounce the insolence with a single breath into the dead of night. Who minds that only I am the one who breathes, flames flicker by my outstretched hands, extended sleeves, I shall not learn what it means to flee. [...]
And the proof is in the vision, the truth is in the See, the horizon is there to be admired, by us, by you, by me. We have triumphed over that which causes us pain, let us relish the moments, the announcements, one and many the same. I think to myself often, what has become of them, [...]
The card tells me to focus on a desire for a more meaningful life, to realise it’s time to move on. Make those life-altering decisions and brighten my path, accompanied by the sweetest songs. Hand in hand, will I be? Or strident on my own, wearing that purely metaphorical crown? Dangling with jewels of prosperity and wisdom, [...]
There is no longer any pressure, self-produced, to create nor feel, no rushing to the chopping block where I must reveal my innards, to show something real. Instead, I can gently rest, not be concerned with the haste, my imposed rush, because it is time to take some time out for myself, I’ve been tired and don’t I know it. [...]
The crisp morning air enlivens my mood, there’s little need to be sulking, little need to brood. For this wondrous day has been created for me, not temporarily, but permanently, from an off mood, I must up and flee. Do not allow others to determine my state of mind, [...]
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 [...]
He hoards not objects, not physical implements but emotions, he caresses them, they express their feelings heard and meant. But 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 [...]
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