Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
What can I share with my small world? Perhaps kind words, understanding, empathy, cherished friendships and love for others, listening, being there, calming, caring, and throughout the process I am subtly growing. There is the understanding that I am able to assist others and not selfishly [...]
There’s the facade that everything’s okay. We walk our neighbourhood route, acting naturally, smiling as our arms sway. But there’s a hidden secret, it’s kept close, away from prying eyes, the facade we hide behind, that nothing is astray or awry within our lives. Behind closed doors is suffering, but behind the walls so too [...]
Be unique, yourself, never try to fit in for the sake of being like everyone else, embrace that love and care you now have for yourself within, it’s hard earned – I know this is truth, all those years struggling to be more than you believed you could be, listening to that catastrophic, negative, self-talking din eating your mind through [...]
There’s always an opportunity, a silver lining, the chance to advance, or gain at developing, the admirable qualities held within, a spark or a prism, beautiful rainbow rays can be seen. Even when circumstances appear dismal, tough, rough, [...]
Rolling waves in my mind pass by, sumptuous, decadent, tidal, in their own time, I smile to myself as I feel the ebb and the flow of my thoughts travel singularly then as one, a conglomeration of multitudes, my will, coming along so beautifully, they could temporarily stun. This is my time, my springtime of my middle youth, where I have now grown and prematurely gone to pasture and I am taking in all I can [...]
I can attempt to suggest, not forcefully, but subtly, allowing another to view from a different perspective. To take into account other angles of a problem and what can be done to cure what is ailing them. If not, altered alleviation can be key to disallowing inner [...]
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, how did I become I not worthy enough for the Universe? But it’s nothing to do with that, it has everything do with my perception, the way I look up to appreciate the heavens, [...]
What is this headiness I feel when I gaze into the horizon? The feeling that everything will be okay reassures me, calms me during this fine day. The tears wept and shed a night prior which wracked my soul and reminded me of the reality we all face here, have caused my body to ache, my head to suffer, but now, no more. {...}
Honestly, where is the truth within that I’m trying to seek? The impermanence of self-esteem to be built up, energetically tremulous then monumental but still humbling when it’s finally seen. The lacking of needing the approval or presence of those I’ve come to depend on, because the truth is, for personal growth I must move forth, look forward. [...]
Frustrations have been beckoning at my door. The floating, negative energy swirls full in my belly, it calls for something else to prey on, catcalling, cruelly, some more. Am I not enough for its appetite? Does this feeling need to engulf every part of me, washing me, wading through me, in the feeling that I have never desired to seek? [...]
