Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Perhaps I’ll Change – 06/10/21

    Poem: Perhaps I’ll Change – 06/10/21

    Ordinarily,
    I’d change
    for the better,
    like I know I should.
    Glancing into a reflection,
    puddle, stigmatised mud,
    confounded,
    when shall I continue
    truthfully and good?
    I know,
    as I stare at myself
    that changes are to
    occur more often
    than not,
    but how hard
    will it be
    for us to move forward
    if certain thoughts
    cannot be wrought,
    or refashioned –
    remembering?
    I’d rather not.

    My heart pounds;
    is it caffeine or
    my fluctuations,
    my urge?
    A desire to rid myself,
    purge myself free
    from the scourge
    of daily intent,
    perfection in
    whatever forms
    must be revealed,
    must be seen,
    and I can only
    handle the odd,
    hollow feeling
    for a certain timed
    moment of what
    has already been.

    With my very own eyes,
    with that arresting gaze
    that meets mine,
    I can only understand
    the thought patterns if
    I were to purposefully
    put myself behind
    another’s guise,
    but is it warranted?
    To understand?
    Completely, wholly?
    My empty hands,
    fill them with
    useful knowledge so I can
    finally see?
    I don’t want to,
    need to know,
    no more shall I
    travel through pathways,
    neural journeys that
    I’ve already seen,
    done,
    gone,
    been.

    The past is a determiner for not
    resurrecting a future.
    I need no scenes.

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  • Poem: Honestly – 11/09/20

    Poem: Honestly – 11/09/20

    Honestly, where is the truth within
    that I’m trying to seek?
    The impermanence of self-esteem to be
    built up, energetically tremulous
    then monumental but still humbling when it’s finally seen.

    The lacking of needing the approval or
    presence of those I’ve come to depend on,
    because the truth is, for personal growth
    I must move forth, look forward.

    No sense of desertion,
    no,
    but a personal strengthening that allows
    a sense of self to be visible,
    not resisting the ability to think,
    to make a promise to myself that I must trust
    not only what I see,
    but what can flow within the stream of consciousness
    and lead into the flowing sea.

    I don’t know exactly what it is I seek,
    but perhaps a sense of serenity that allows me to
    feel I’m living my dreams,
    a wonderful step forward that there is set to take,
    a promise to myself
    that I am willing to make.

    To be the missing piece of someone’s puzzle
    is to first be strong in yourself,
    and I don’t want to be a pain,
    or depend upon anyone else.

    I want to fulfill my quest,
    I thought love was the only thing I sought,
    I’d cast aside so many other dreams and yet,
    I am back,
    I am here,
    and I will become stronger,
    achieve my dreams,
    I will reach them, there is nothing to fear.

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