Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
the waves take me on a journey where I’m lulled into a sense of security and notes like gentle hands wash over me, I am amazed and quiet, there is nothing remaining above the surface, a breath and I’m underneath, the seaweed, coral, clown fish are brighter than above-days,
Hush little baby, hold me in your arms...
So, you sit with it, hold onto it, cherish this gilded box with a single cherished thought. You know not what it is, whether ignition, calm or cataclysmic indeed, you accept your inner self is enough – [...]
Night mode – do my wings terrify? Does the beat of these bones and membranes send terror, shivers down your spine? I am ready for the evening, suit of armour here for protection, although I won’t need it, besides, it’s only a matter of deflection. I shall reign triumph and terror where I [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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