Tag: future

Poem: Breathe Freely – 04/09/21
I woke up today with this feeling
improvements are coming my way.
I roused today with this knowledge
amid the blustering breeze
gritty cares will be transported away.
I am aware now
that I am stronger,
as I grow
irreverent words pool,
tide carries them to sand and soil, away,
angelic beats of beauties in
expiring melted snow
heralding a new era,
trumpets to ears —
nothing much left to say,
but, I was forthcoming,
I severed a tie,
temporarily it must be,
unless truth, future and beauty
cause the past to decay,
and a lifelong extension may be necessary
in order for me to freely breathe.

Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Image source

Previous Post: Arrival – 02/09/21

Lauren M, Hancock Poetry and Prose Home
Share this:
X
Facebook
Like Loading…
September 4, 2021
Poem: Toward – 12/11/20
Another chapter,
yet one and the same?
Different rules, different circumstances,
differing frames.

It feels odd to walk a path
in an alternate manner,
I’m here and now,
watch me flower.

The sadness is gone,
but confusion can reign,
I will not allow it,
I hear someone cautiously call my name.

Because there are set parameters,
at least they exist in my mind,
I must be careful to let them
remain in place,
lest they fuel like petrol on flame in time.

I’m walking forward,
I can develop on my own,
I must continue this growth because
it’s important to set in stone.

I am finding a path again,
I am moving, moving onward,
and if those in my life would like
to join me,
then onward,
onward,
closer,
to the goals,
toward.

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Photo by Marc-Olivier Jodoin on Unsplash

Ho me

All Posts

Join me also at:

Instagram

YouTube

SoundCloud
Share this:
X
Facebook
Like Loading…
November 12, 2020

Poem: A Meandering Path – 14/07/20

Meandering,
I take a walk down
Future’s Lane,
to view what’s on offer,
what goodies can I take?
 
To pluck from the bushes,
to gather from the trees,
elegant prizes which await me,
I need not beg,
nor lower myself to my knees.
 
For my future seems rich,
not with pennies or gold,
but with strength and
well-formed experiences,
they’re settled,
they’re silver, poetry and prose,
platinum and palladium,
I need not worry about golden views.
 
For the kingdom which beckons
and calls out my name,
from Future’s path
winding path to it from which I came,
it is modest,
it is small,
but perfect for me
and my quiet heart alone.
 
I’ve plucked the fruits
from the trees,
scrambled past brambles and briars
where curious-eyed rabbits rest,
awaiting me,
but within my kingdom,
is something only which I know of its name.
 
It is Freedom,
personal freedom,
to be as I wish and I will,
 
he’s a powerful soldier,
he’s waited for years,
and now, we are linked,
acceptance all the same.
 
I’m surprised he knows
me by name,
an excited fan’s moment,
mutual admiration
as he explains,
 
“I waited many years for you,
for your heart and courage
to expand,
as the entity I am,
you need not hold
my hand,
 
but you have arrived,
you’ll understand this more
as you continue growing on your journey,
your path.”
 
I smile to myself, I have my match,
he is here presenting a viewpoint,
offering what my path can be,
his freedom, my freedom, I could firmly grasp,
 
but then I realise,
I am already free,
because I have travelled near and far,
and to this Future, and seen what I have seen.
 
Thus, I will return to the present,
with this knowledge that now, not with time,
I already possess the courage and freedom
to live my life,

with honesty, strength and courage,
no one possesses my life other than me,
I am who I am,
I am alive, I am free.

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Image by jarekgrafik from Pixabay

Join me also at: