Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: belief

  • Poem: Refreshing Confidence – 09/02/21

    Poem: Refreshing Confidence – 09/02/21

    Refreshing is the scent of confidence,
    I see you breathe it in like a cure,
    it repairs and it adjusts you with love,
    the acceptance of yourself,
    with blessings from up above.

    Do not worry about whether
    the points of your life,
    the details,
    will all fit together,

    because within,
    you’ve grown far stronger,
    there is no more space for anyone but you,
    there is no wonder for any other.

    So, quieten down the heady sensations
    of silent vibrations which hurt you again and again,
    the buzzing which dulled your heart and mind
    into something you felt you always needed but
    you never required that certain adjustment.

    I prayed for you each day,
    for the moment of your kingdom come,
    and here it is,
    you’ve matured into such a wonderful being,
    someone important’s will has been done.

    © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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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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  • Reflection: An Angel’s Tiny Feathers – 12/09/20

    Reflection: An Angel’s Tiny Feathers – 12/09/20

    An angel smiles down upon me. I know she’s the one who’s been sending me those floaty, tiny, white feathers. A message from the heavens, reassuring me, her way of telling me that we are all being looked after. Often, I have been seeing them, floating into my sight out of nowhere; they make me smile, and I wonder, I wonder, I did wonder who was behind them.

    Research is an amazing thing. I discover so much possible meanings behind her blessings and the messages she is sending me are special, and unique, and true. She is protecting myself and my loved ones, this unnamed, unseen angel, hidden from view.

    I was never sure about the existence of supernatural beings. It’s been difficult after growing up believing in the concrete and stubbornly only accepting what I could see. But can certain forces be at work here? Something to remind me to open my eyes further to see what I have not seen until now in the universe? That there’s something truly out there that is beyond my ability to currently see? Her feathers reassure me.

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  • Poem: Sensing – 16/02/20

    Poem: Sensing – 16/02/20

    Like worms in the ground we can slide through life blindly,
only sensing, never seeing what’s right before us.
And as though it’s magic, our touch and sense of smell
are heightened, guiding us through the rough,
the damp welcoming soil.
 
Like the understanding that somehow we must place
our trust in that which we cannot completely, wholly trust,
because while seeing is believing, how are touch or smell enough as
indicators to ensure that we are on the right path?
 
Perhaps we need another guider,
to lead us into the way of the righteous,
because, as the exploring worm will understand,
sometimes it can lead itself astray.
 
Picture after a fresh summer’s rain the amount of worms
capsized upon the pavement,
miles away from comfort, from the land they know,
they’re crawling, they’re wriggling,
set to cook and die in the sun.
 
Perhaps someone kind will rescue them all,
but that’s unlikely,
they led themselves there, searching for a new land so incorrect
that their demise has been promised all along.
 
But we are not entirely like these blind, hopeful beings,
we have the capacity, to intelligibly think, analyse, surmise,
and here we understand that while living blindly,
with a sense of waywardness about us
is something to commend,
it’s also a method rather risky,
and maybe something of which maybe not to contend.
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  • Poem: Nowhere Woman – 16/02/20

    Poem: Nowhere Woman – 16/02/20

    I’ve been lost for so many years,
hidden in the recesses of the wilderness
and I don’t know which way is out.
I'm unsure of how to escape this listless, pointless path without direction,
without a propelling sense of purpose.
 
I once was utterly focused,
I wanted to be something,
make something of myself,
and now I don’t know where to turn,
to a person, to pen to paper, to God?
Is He really there for me?
 
I feel silly as I sit here and address 
the benevolent being up above,
thanking Him for that which remains,
my blessings in life,
the goodness,
through my gratitude,
but all I can manage is to bawl and bawl,
tears helplessly fall,
and I cannot, for the life of me,
stop,
I don’t want to stop.
I desire change.
 
I ache for it,
I yearn for it,
a nowhere person I’ve been,
life is stagnant,
no longer flighty,
and I surmise pieces of my puzzle can be adjusted 
one piece at a time,
but I am covered with soap suds,
my fingers slip,
I’m trying to unnecessarily cleanse while rebuilding a life.
 
How difficult must it be to isolate my innermost thoughts
when I struggle to comprehend them, let alone articulate them?
It's been suggested I search for Him up above,
to reconnect, to recreate
a bond of acceptance, gratitude, and I suppose
acceptance of His undying love,
but its been so long, how can I trust,
and place my life and sufferings into another’s open hands?
 
The tears continue to fall,
it’s ironic –
you’ll rarely see me cry.  
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  • Poetry: The Farthest Light Away – 14/11/19

    Poetry: The Farthest Light Away – 14/11/19

    She glows from within. Her thoughtful, ponderous eyes focus on that which is unfocused, the worldly others farther away, further, further, but of the complexities they hold, she projects them from her sense of being, internally of them she is freeing.

    Her connection with the light may not make any sense to others, those observers, those outsiders, but she does not need to prove, nor feel a need to speak of her faith in the light above. She is guided by the unfocused worldly others, dragged forth, her eyes grasping, caressing their views, as she allows them to rest within her being, to sink gently inside.

    To wholly accept the notion of something that cannot be entirely shown but can be existentially felt either shows a brave blind trust or something special entrusted to us. Because our viewing of her faith, so fair and knowledgeable without having a presence behind it at all is something of great circumstance, this day, this night, never will her faith fall.

    She trusts the light, the beings within her adoring eyes, the scene before her that no one, nothing, can take away from. She is special in her acceptance, the light means more to her than to those who nay-say about her beliefs, and incomplete to complete has her life become because of her ability to dare to dream and believe.

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