Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: doubt

  • Poem: Welcome Visitors – 31/07/21

    Poem: Welcome Visitors – 31/07/21

    Away with me as I fly
    to sea,
    watching the world fall beneath me,
    I am free
    to see the wonder and
    the mess of my land,
    that space in between
    falsity and reality,

    I need to realise the scarcity
    of danger does not mean
    that it is non-existent, but rather
    it is there lurking,
    waiting,
    attempting to gain its
    personal power,
    but what is the point in delving
    when no one is there to commence caring,
    to begin embracing,
    to be there, understanding,
    baring my soul
    for a silent audience?
    Shall I ever know?

    Did my words have any impact,
    will their truths finally be shown?

    I realise the long and short of the matter is
    that if I soared, on my own accord,
    there is no need to be admired,
    or reassured,
    no requirement to be acknowledged,
    a certain word barrage,
    and then I will know,
    to myself, that there is
    a time,
    a place,
    a space,
    for when I will be known for the words
    that I have sewn.

    The cobwebs can remain in my room
    for as long as they like,
    because the host,
    their lady with the most,
    will always be home.

    She will greet you when you arrive.

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  • Poem: Doubt – 29/09/20

    Poem: Doubt – 29/09/20

    Doubt niggles at me,
    pokes and gently prods as though irritating me to
    look at it.
    To understand my imperfections,
    my soul’s tiredness at having to point out
    these flaws,
    why do I feel unworthy for the Universe?

    But it’s nothing to do with that,
    it has everything to do with my perception,
    the way I look up to appreciate the heavens,
    within my heart I can grasp its acceptance,
    so why can’t I apply the same small principles to myself?

    Doubt is an insipid disease which weaves its way
    not only through your bloodstream
    but inside your marrow.
    It can become a part of you.
    It can become lively within you,
    thriving on the seeds of self-doubt you’ve
    cast within you.

    Seeds down, spread for the next harvest,
    they promise wealth, abundance, safety, security,
    but what does my crop promise me when fruitful?
    The doubt, the doubt, the doubt,
    it encompasses me whole.

    I must learn to be more accepting of myself,
    turning what I view as negatives into positivity,
    healing,
    protagonist of my life am I,
    I need not remain at home lamenting,
    ultimate melancholy
    simply because every time I realise what
    my earthly home, my corporeal form has become,
    all I feel is quiet shame
    and then I need to be alone.

    I have allowed my growth to rise forth
    and to affect me
    in a negative manner,
    but isn’t the doubt what’s calling me to
    behave so unappreciative?
    I don’t mean it to be this way,
    won’t it rain, it rain, it rain?
    Under the cleansing clouds,
    I will exist,
    to feel their wondrous power.

    Physicality, it’s merely our lent forms
    which we occupy each day,
    best take advantage my time here of Earth
    because those passed seconds and minutes
    will never return again,
    they will never have the chance to be recovered.

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