The card tells me to focus on a desire for a more meaningful life, to realise it’s time to move on. Make those life-altering decisions and brighten my path, accompanied by the sweetest songs.
Hand in hand, will I be? Or strident on my own, wearing that purely metaphorical crown? Dangling with jewels of prosperity and wisdom, I will cherish this land, the land I explore as a future kingdom.
I will walk the path of righteousness, never allowing for feelings of umbrage or tales of my misfortune, I am learning from past mistakes, and those even of today, people aren’t necessarily who or what they promise.
And this is fine, it’s purposeful to know the truth that sometimes hopes and honour have decidedly flown the coop.
There is no longer any pressure, self-produced, to create nor feel, no rushing to the chopping block where I must reveal my innards, to show something real.
Instead, I can gently rest, not be concerned with the haste, my imposed rush, because it is time to take some time out for myself, I’ve been tired and don’t I know it.
Constantly dragging things, items up from me is like fishing in the darkness, I know what’s there, there are secrets lurking but I don’t know entirely where, when, or what I will find.
The funny thing is this is not even required of me – I’m the one pushing, to delve, so much so, that the word ‘I’ is irritating even me.
Changes could be made but I’m stuck, hindered by this not so fail-safe practice, it’s not tried and true, and it’s tiring, true? I need to step back and alter my practice.
Of course, confessionals have their place, I acknowledge a share has great potency, but not on and on and on and on and on, even I sometimes want to leave.
So, I’ll torment no further, or at least I will try, to avoid ailing with my pen, words stabbing in ears and eyes, and relax, step back, and just take a breath,
sometimes life is actually light-hearted, had I not thought about sharing and presenting that?
The crisp morning air enlivens my mood, there’s little need to be sulking, little need to brood.
For this wondrous day has been created for me, not temporarily, but permanently, from an off mood, I must up and flee.
Do not allow others to determine my state of mind, do not permit them to make me feel lesser than other members of humankind,
know that I am wise and smart and true, and I will feel elevated in this moment, my heart won’t be affected — I won’t allow it to.
Because the truth is, these people come and go, they flit in and out of one’s life, like bees would visiting where nectar grows, and the saddening moments will rise away into fluff, that’s more than enough, dearest, your silence is more than enough.
Truly, oh truly, did she see? The signs pointing, dazzling her blinded eyes to see? Could she not spot the clues, could she not hear the tales? Forging ahead, believing everything: my friends, that ship has sailed.
Braver and wiser has she become, more cynical and realistic, the measure of a person must be proven first, no more face value, blind trust, stupid naivety, gullibility, another’s private glee?
Feel the guilt wash upon them, her courage shall avail, her spirit is free.
The reflection in the river is crystalline and sweet, it abides by the directives of hidden, winsome dreams.
I am calm sitting by the water, I trail my fingers shallowly, I wonder to myself, will I grow, will I succeed, what will I need?
What’s internal is enough, my strength and courage, steadfast inklings are sleek, not rough,
the slim possibility of future untoward histories, lay broken, snapped, in the riverbed nearby, moments never again to be seen.
I feel the air well inside my chest, as I take in everything truthful and freeing, nothing encumbering, no lying, no deceiving, I just need to be powerful in these moments to succeed, to stand my ground, to fight for what will cause my heart and mind to positively careen, amazement all around.
The prince of Summer, he flits into her life, carving a journey, nullifying strife.
He is mischievous, clever, kind, and smart, and knows the pathway into many hearts.
Will his visitation be pure, will it last long, will her heart be mine? he calls to nobody in particular, above a wondrous sun, her sun rays a glinting sign.
He wants to be present, he wants to brighten her eyes, he wants to be held in esteem and watch her self-confidence flower.
She is more than enough and so is he, the prince of Summer, flits with his wings, taking her on the ride of her life, this fairy and her will become, something special, at least for the moment, the days and weeks have never felt so well-strung.
I am returning from the brink of disaster and gloom, I am returning to bright sunshine of that shared room, I am announcing that there is so much left to say for me, I am denouncing all that was incorrectly spoken of me.
I work my way back to the untruths, the convoluted prisms which glint with lies and stains, I scrub and I scrub, I save myself, why bother with how they’ve tainted my name because these aren’t the lips of babes,
I am mighty here, courageous and brave, I will fight to save myself from the tirades of insistence, triumphant? Wills and wants be tamed.
I am erect with bravery, I know not of methods that should enliven nor save me, because I have no requirement of these, of those, I am living and breathing and embodying all that has been known.
My chin is high with stubborn pride, I shan’t allow the potential of vehement jargon defeat me, not cause a need to hide, I am here, I am now, I am ready to move forward, and I’m telling you, there’s no room for travelling backwards.
I am unsure, but I have achieved my goal, a glint, and a glint, a smile, oh, how I shan’t actually fall.
I have created some light amongst some gloom, glow, glow, glow, darling, this is none too soon.
Independent moments and useless nerves, worrisome, why had I concerned myself with the fear of explosions and bombing of words around my heart but then…
I am accepted for what I’ve done, even though it is not approved, I am being viewed as my age, and decisions are mine for me to make, triumph and gratitude, there’s not much left to say.
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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