Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Moving on Out – 30/04/21

    Poem: Moving on Out – 30/04/21

    Image drawn by myself, 2019

    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, 
    I can see, feel this, 
    the worry on your face,
    the heartache worn on your sleeve. 

    Try not to yearn for something 
    which can no longer be,
    perhaps a new beginning
    is awaiting you, 
    maybe soon you will see. 

    All these material possessions
    which once held great import, 
    toss them aside, 
    it’s time to lighten yourself, 
    and stridently move forward. 

    And remember when you’re feeling sad,
    or particularly low, 
    I’ll always be here to listen, 
    provide kind words, support, 
    this you must already understand
    and know. 

    (c) 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

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  • Poem: Solitude – 17/12/20

    Poem: Solitude – 17/12/20

    A little bit of freedom,
    a nice hot cup of tea,
    or a long black, milk served on the side,
    soon to be enjoyed by little old me.

    Wandering around and around,
    little sights to be appreciated,
    to be seen,
    things we took for granted
    once upon a time,
    now appreciative I am,
    and I’ll continue to be.

    But things are different,
    they’re somehow not the same,
    I can’t change what’s occurred,
    the situation cannot be tamed.

    So, I wander,
    and I think,
    and I tell myself,
    don’t reminisce,
    because it’ll only cause things
    internalised to leap out from within.

    There are things that shan’t be
    spoken of,
    there are things which can be thought of well,
    because,
    there were times when
    happiness was surrounding,
    like a bubble, laughter like a potion,
    not poison but intoxicating,
    it’s now in the past,
    the solution diluted into a salty ocean.

    I wander the areas where light footprints
    were tracked many times,
    from favourite stores,
    to favourite shops,
    joy and widened eyes,

    “Look at that!” I’d exclaim,
    “Look at this,” I would call,
    “and here,” I would point,
    my words no longer listened to at all.

    © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
    Photo by Brigitte Tohm on Unsplash

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  • Poem: Sticky Gems – 31/03/20

    Poem: Sticky Gems – 31/03/20

    I jolt awake,
back into the night,
where I wearily breathe and pad around the kitchen and hallways 
without any sense of brightness or light.
 
Sleepily, I guzzle liquids,
after all, I crave them,
strangely,
must it be due to the medication once forcefully fed to me?
 
I press myself to stay awake but 
the effort is too much, 
I crawl back into bed,
there’s a soft rustling,
a half-asleep groaning,
oh dear, my insomnia
has awakened him.
 
I cannot help my medical condition,
it is appearing to rear its ugly head,
the precipitation of an outburst of my other condition,
my positive yet negative malady?
 
I shut my eyes,
I tell myself it’s only for a moment,
then roused all of a sudden:
where am I?
It feels as though another continent.
 
Desperately, I call out for Mother,
my pleas are like sticky gems from the oceans and earth,
waiting to be accepted and acknowledged,
recognised perhaps, but not until the end of process.
 
I call and call
but I cannot find her,
perhaps she’s around the corner,
giggling with a close friend,
why, what mirth with that other,
 
And my father is watching protectively to the side,
making certain nothing untoward happens,
because in one fell swoop the world can change,
this I’ve sadly discovered.
 
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Image by Aline Ponce from Pixabay

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