Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: awakening

  • reflection: sadness and awakening – 29/03/22

    reflection: sadness and awakening – 29/03/22

    On this path of awakening, sometimes sadness overwhelms me. Today, I spent mostly in bed, sleeping away the misery. I have stagnated, all energies no longer move forth, I snipe, I want to be heard, but in complaining, my head is then bitten off, my thoughts fail to unwind.

    I don’t need solutions, I need to be listened to, and that realisation needed to be attended to. But then words like a drill sergeant were barked in my ear; I wanted to retreat, sleep further, have the cruel tone nowhere near.

    I am rarely like this. So when I am, I want to be allowed to wallow, be morose, as some might put it. The answer is this: just listen, do not yell nor hiss, I don’t need raised voices, what I need is kindness.

    Eventually it arrived. I thanked them for this.

    (c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
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  • Poem: New Morning – 29/02/20

    Poem: New Morning – 29/02/20

    It is a new morning,
Nothing has dared stirring,
Not even the motes of dust in the corner,
The silhouette of the boogie man made of laundry,
All is calm and reposed,
The way I like it,
A city of sleep,
Muck between the eyelids,
Snoozing town,
A new morning for me,
But for everyone else,
Quiet, relaxation,
Disarmed
And ultimately free.
Slowly I awaken my muscles,
My limbs,
My well rested bones,
It is time to rise,
To begin the day as it should be detailed of,
How it should be told,
And carefully I stretch,
Making certain not to disrupt the sleepy spiderweb
In the corner above me,
I smile to myself,
This day will be everything my dreams have
Promised them to be.
One leg into the other,
Pants on,
Shirt on,
Shoes laced and tied,
I yawn loudly,
I displace those dust motes now,
It’s time for them to also rise.
And I sing to myself,
Then hum happily,
As I go about my morning tasks
Knowing the rest of the rested world
Is slowly waking up with me.

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  • Poem: Awakening – 27/11/19

    Poem: Awakening – 27/11/19

     The loneliness is incredible,
     with my heart an empty vessel,
     who to confide in?
     who to reach for?
     When I ache inside,
     wishing, wishing for more.
      
     To be understood,
     not unfairly judged,
     acknowledged,
     not cast aside or looked upon with a negative view.
     It’s as simple as realising sometimes, 
     an understanding embrace with no words is enough.
      
     My woven creations may be catastrophes 
     to some,
     but for others
     perhaps they are their lingering answers.
      
     Certain events which should not be shared,
     is this reality a truth?
     Why should I be ashamed to speak of
     my former agonising, 
     my anguishing pains,
     or what I went through behind the scenes,
     behind those doors,
     and beneath those evil sockets?
      
     Are my experiences too triggering,
     should I be silenced?
     Should I not dare to speak?
     But nonsense!
     I will utter my truths and even in the silences
     I will allow the listener to truly feel.
      
     Because after over a decade of being 
     what the world could only call a despicable mess,
     I can call myself a survivor. 
      
     Mentally speaking, I’ve reached that glorious healthy plateau,
     And if I want them to, I could allow 
     deliciously proud tears to run down my cheeks,
     my hiccoughing sobs to carry others 
     to my secretive room, 
     my precious pride of place.
      
     For the time for mourning what has been acquired 
     or what has been lost has long passed,
     I am free, at least less encumbered,
     and I now need to be brave and not hold anyone’s hand,
     because I will make it, 
     and as for this loneliness, this too, shall pass. 
      
     © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock 
    also known as Alice Well. all rights reserved.

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