Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: conflict

  • Poem: Unwanted Barbs – 15/05/21

    Poem: Unwanted Barbs – 15/05/21

    The Wheel’s a circle
    that never misgives,
    round and around,
    until we cease to
    heave, breathe, live.

    In a fluid motion
    it carries us down the line,
    extended arms now broken hearts,
    theirs, yours, and mine.

    What happens when my memories
    cease to be fonder,
    instead aching for something of real intent,
    fingertips reach yonder,

    but that will never be,
    I’ve grown,
    look what I’ve become,

    I’m stronger,
    confident,
    brave,
    and I won’t take shit from anyone.

    Argue with me about minute circumstances,
    pick into hollows that barely began,
    turning tides as smooth
    as gliding glass,
    these circumstances are
    better known to a distant man.

    I’ve no time for jabs or arguments,
    my life is organised,
    I’m progressing forward,
    gone is most of my strife,

    let me live without envisioning
    barely concealed barbs and vapid digs
    worn as armour,
    proclaimed with might.

    © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

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  • Poem: In Pieces, Yet Whole – 09/05/21

    Poem: In Pieces, Yet Whole – 09/05/21

    I try to be at peace
    but in aching pieces I’ve become,
    my time is my leisure,
    but transient will I be,
    like the searing sun,

    so beautiful it was to
    romanticise cold, bare reality,
    actions speak as loud as words,
    can you hear certain needs calling?

    I watch the alliance come undone,
    each spoke of a black widow’s web
    detaches, rips, tears,
    and then hand over heart,

    lip to cheek kiss,
    now steer clear,
    this has ceased to be fun.

    I know that I could be
    sympathetic and overly understanding,
    but I won’t continue to
    accept bad behaviour and words
    when they’re provided knowingly.

    And so here I am,
    detailing in a nightly haze,
    almost 2am,

    I could reach out,
    heal what damage has been done,
    but why should I?
    This rubbish is happening again,
    and again.

    If I decided to,
    I could claim being victim of cruel, cruel,
    hapless words,

    this time I’ll wait it out,
    I have self-love,
    and firm respect for myself.

    © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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