Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: illumination – 05/11/21

    Poem: illumination – 05/11/21

    falling apart
    sometimes I feel I’m falling away
    from the tapestry which I have woven and I say
    with great distress
    was it all worth it
    come what may?

    But is one night enough
    to determine upsets from within,
    can work of months, weeks be seen
    as all dreams?
    No, no no. I do not dare to
    fly away,
    disappear from the annals, the history
    of yesterday,

    for while I made mistakes
    and felt out of control
    the truth is I am always here
    to improve and grow.
    time shall show her shy contented face
    and allow the moon to wane and wax lyrical
    her tunes varying, never the same,
    for she wants to share her luminosity
    with me,
    I cannot help but understand how she
    desires to remain,
    to be.
    and I vow to be like her
    bright, hopeful, glowing with effervescence
    and I know that if I keep
    a solid mindset
    something built with inner strength
    I’ll make it through the occasional storm
    I won’t mind them
    anymore.
    (04/10/21)
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  • Poem: Placed Just Right – 03/11/21

    Poem: Placed Just Right – 03/11/21

    please place it into place
    for I am found
    discrepancies no longer need to abound
    my world is prismatic
    how about yours?
    this is the way I prefer it
    darkness is too untoward

    lightness and fluidity
    I have routine daily
    which sets me in steed for healing gently
    I am encouraging my world
    I am watching myself bloom
    I wish to welcome many others
    those who wish to blossom joyfully in this room

    abide by no rules
    live freely
    strength, resilience, be bold
    to have come from such instability
    when my mind was fraying at the seams
    when the pieces were already shattering
    broken already, then further
    my thoughts chattering.

    delusions so grand
    I encapsulated so many lands
    being fiercely unwell, so many years
    taken away from me,
    but now I’m becoming right, right, right,
    there is nothing left to fear
    my heart, it feels full
    because I’m living in a way
    I hold dear

    I’ve learned these mechanisms which
    keep me in tow
    set my mind at ease
    abilities to cope, slowly grow
    stressors become lesser
    and my temperament is free
    to be myself
    be less counterproductive
    more me,
    improvements to see.
    (02/10/21)
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    Previous Post: evolution – 01/11/21

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  • evolution – 01/11/21

    evolution – 01/11/21

    time honoured traditions
    how I carry them on board
    deep within the recesses of my memory
    within my heart,
    it’s sure,
    warble yet for the things which I care for
    damsel in distress I am not
    because I am in control.

    smilingly and coyly, I take in the scene
    what is before me
    oh, how I love to dream,
    appreciating what is mine and what will be yours
    knowing that happiness is the source of all these things

    enlightenment comes in many forms,
    which form is yours?
    where is the charm in knowing which will highest, soar,
    with the moment, with the memories of what has
    come to past,
    what I need is the love, the love to continue, right,
    to last…

    with a grip of death-like stability
    I reach onto the relaxing scene
    for my mind allows me to be there,
    know there,
    understand there is something
    which is as lustrous and glimmering
    as mermaid hair,

    and carry on until the ending
    for it will never be reached
    because I am constantly evolving,
    I have made sure of this.
    (01/11/21)

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    Previous Post: Growth – 31/10/21

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  • Poem: Growth – 31/10/21

    Poem: Growth – 31/10/21

    sit and contemplate
    what is there to know
    what is there to share
    from what has been sown
    so much knowledge
    experience but they all
    lay in the past
    moving forward
    searching for more
    exploration, positive at last

    growing each day
    there’s no need to turn to dismay
    for moments of yesteryears are
    exactly that
    and improvement, well, what is there to fear?
    I can grow exponentially if I only desire to try
    and by God I am trying and succeeding
    each day, with every breath I reach and fly

    soaring for the moment
    it’s as though there is magic in my potions
    assisting me to becoming the best that I can be
    it didn’t happen immediately
    and not without great effort
    but once I put my mind to it, dedicated myself
    created positive habits
    then things fell into place
    results began to show
    any with any motivational action
    I felt my heart know
    that the path which I was, am, taking
    is the right one for me,
    to become better
    more
    improved
    the right version of little old me.
    (31/10/21)
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    Previous Post: A Fateful Meeting – 30/10/21

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  • Poem: A Fateful Meeting – 30/10/21

    Poem: A Fateful Meeting – 30/10/21

    she sat beside herself
    talked gently in her ear
    baby girl, you have nothing to fear
    there’s naught in the world that
    you cannot and will not take on
    fear not, my love
    fear not

    the little girl smiled with shyness
    tentatively the elder spoke with kindness
    you will achieve all you seek
    if only you work hard
    spread love and happiness too
    you’ll go far

    but mother, mother
    no I am not she
    I am you in your older years
    these wrinkles, smile lines, can’t you see?
    I’ve been happy
    content,
    everything I appreciate that God has sent
    because I know that every day is a blessing
    each minute, hour, I treasure,
    because one second we’ll wonder where they went.

    the youth’s eyes flickered
    realisation dawned
    so, all I have to do is be happy and a good person
    what about the other things I’ve heard?
    what other things, elder she asked, lowering her eyes
    the little girl said I heard I must be the best
    at everything I try

    personal bests are important, yes
    but be strong inside yourself
    resilience is a special word
    you’ll learn of when in your heart you delve
    be careful with who you let in
    but do not erect high walls
    in short be the perfect person you are,
    you’re an amazing little girl.

    she disappeared now
    into some ether
    one moment there
    the next vanished, no sight of her
    the little girl, somewhat perplexed
    but enlightened in a way
    she grins to herself
    and announces
    I met myself today!
    (30/10/21)
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    Previous Post: Trust Me Yet – 29/10/21

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  • Poem: Trust Me Yet – 29/10/21

    Poem: Trust Me Yet – 29/10/21

    Think not of the
    worries of our times,
    instead, be inspired by life,
    everything there is to gain,
    appreciation, let it soar,
    gratitude flow from within,
    it’s not so difficult to
    change perspective,
    from negative to positive.

    With practice, it’ll come
    with time,
    events to ponder,
    take your time,
    I understand sadness
    might linger within,
    but look for more
    than this papery feeling,
    if you try, you can
    begin certain healing.

    And when this occurs,
    feel the multitude of
    amazing emotions soar,
    uplifting be the memories
    you chose to pluck from the
    air of your hemisphere,
    personal, yet becoming
    comfortable public property,
    and then you will know
    the magic of true intent,
    the purpose of gaining wisdom
    about oneself, your mind,
    you’ll make it,
    trust me.
    (29/10/21)
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    Previous Post: Anomaly – 26/10/21

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  • Poem: Anomaly – 26/10/21

    Poem: Anomaly – 26/10/21

    Finally, the moment of truth has arrived
    where I will be revealed,
    take all things in my stride,
    it’s not as though
    all is done, but
    I exist, smilingly,
    holding my world together,
    nevermore shall I come undone.
    For I am too knowledgeable for that,
    my warning signs,
    traffic light symptoms,
    I’ve had enough of that,
    because I know,
    I know,
    that my healing,
    recovery, took place within,
    at home.
    Took the opportunity to shamelessly
    look after me,
    wrapped in a bubble,
    cocooning,
    and here I am,
    self-cotton-wooling with
    the ability to still breathe,
    I’ve worked on, working on me,
    the results, fruitful,
    now, where’s the anomaly?
    (22/10/21)
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  • Poem: Soulful Journey – 25/10/21

    Poem: Soulful Journey – 25/10/21

    Ride the carriage with ease,
    soulful journey,
    as pleasant as you please,
    the wind in my hair
    as I whistle and need
    fresh breath filling my lungs –
    joyous moments felt and seen.

    I take this ride away
    from yesteryears,
    travel forth,
    there’s no need to fear,
    I have been here before,
    many eons ago,
    but I am well versed
    in these rules,
    there are none to relearn
    or know.

    A delicate pathway winds through
    the countryside,
    sights to see, sounds to hear and feel,
    I am buoyant in this life,
    it’s as though
    I’m not wandering anymore,
    enough was enough,
    I’ve transformed more,
    and more, then more.

    Physical and mindset
    adjusted for the better,
    keep myself in tow
    as I chase this delectable weather,
    the climate of my life,
    woven perfection, becoming more,
    what’s in store for my future?
    Even I’m not so sure.

    All I know is that
    I don’t need to know,
    for this journey, the pathway
    seem ready for paving,
    and its construction only
    I’ll know,
    where each little tile sits
    and where I’ll cement the
    blueprint plans of my dreams,

    and maybe I’ll find someone, or something
    who will join my searching and end it,
    though discovery,
    discovery, is not as important
    as certain other things.
    (23/10/21)

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  • Poem: Welcome – 24/10/21

    Poem: Welcome – 24/10/21

    I await the moment when we will meet,
    eyes mixed with perplexity and curiosity,
    unsure of what to expect, or what will be said,
    but a connection, there will be, and not only
    in my head.

    I will smile at you, shyly,
    you will beam with ease,
    making it easier for me to approach,
    or you to draw closer, indeed I will know,
    as will you,
    that this moment is pivotal,
    something refreshing, anew.

    In our lives, we will welcome
    laughter and delight
    and everything great that I could fathom,
    there’s something important that comes
    with realising the truth,
    knowing what will come,
    and dreaming is what I shall do.

    I will welcome you and this moment,
    whenever it is right,
    my walls are already lowered,
    I am not complicating life,
    there is no circumstance anymore that will
    stop our meeting day,
    listen to me, softly, World,
    the time seems almost right –
    this I will say.
    (24/10/21)
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    Previous Post: To Adjust – 20/10/21

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  • Poem: To Adjust – 20/10/21

    Poem: To Adjust – 20/10/21

    To isolate, but willingly,
    set aside myself from
    that once-hurried life,
    is something rightfully
    required, and
    I know this as such.

    To work on myself –
    self-improve,
    take the time to relax,
    not always be ‘at it’,
    the social butterfly,
    no longer me.

    I am repetitive, yes,
    but it’s to do with
    my training,
    the ability to wash over
    myself affirming words
    every morning.

    Others have done so too,
    taken their paths,
    months, years prior,
    I’m here at long last,
    watching, willing, no longer
    passively waiting,
    but performing all that
    needs doing,
    and more so,
    just so there’s no yearning.

    And pieces of me
    once scattered around
    the globe
    by uncaring hearts who took,
    each piece
    dropped, thrown,
    now I caress my gathered shards
    that make up my
    healing, healing heart,
    loving, warming self-care,

    I toss aside my long ebony hair
    and valiantly smile
    for I am here,
    grateful and alone,
    I sit atop my chair
    and feel contentment;
    this world is finally
    feeling like a home.

    Surrounded by everything
    once prized, now lacking meaning,
    because material possessions,
    what need have I for everything?
    Give my heart and soul to another when
    time deems it ready.

    Wondrous, this process
    of learning to turn thoughts around,
    look at the positive, hopefully always,
    feed myself with joyous messages,
    sounds, thoughts.

    I need to do this
    not just for myself
    but for those closest to me,
    I, myself, them, deserve only
    the best version of me,
    and if this means isolation,
    temporarily from the world,
    people,
    friends,
    as much as I can,
    I’ll take this time,
    adjust myself accordingly,
    and allow my truest heart to shine.
    (15/10/21)
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