human condition – Page 2 – Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Poem: Letting It Go – 29/12/20

Let us ride the waves of misery
but away, away from the blight,
allow us to shine with the knowledge of
that mystery,
as we approach each other in the dead of night.

And let us have that embrace
which has been awaiting us for oh so many years,
let me feel that heartbeat of yours
and detract from all my old fears.

Please let me wash away the hurt
that I feel within my soul,
let it rain, let it rain,
and rinse away the suffering,
let the pain fade away,
delicately away,
it shall dissipate,
let it go.

December 29, 2020

Poem: Heat – 28/12/20

Once in a while, you wonder just why.

What ill had you performed to make the situation awry?

What decision was undertaken to make someone feel slapped, or want to cry?

Or want to cause a situation’s demise?

Shall the rivers cease their running,

Shall the seas calm their tides?

And shall the oceans part wide

Washed away of sin and less dry eyes?

Shall we dance individually now,

Never again to meet,

No matter the circumstance,

I don’t want to step back from the heat.

December 28, 2020

The times are changing, my dear friends,
my heart is no longer in tatters,
I don’t need to make amends,
I have said what I’ve said,
and in rebuke another spoke their own words,
allow us to simply remain separate and ponder,
there’s no need to hiss nor attend
any longer.

There is so much time but so little in fact,
we must take hold of our world,
I can throw my arms wide open
and shine, be free,
so many future tales yet to tell,
I won’t shrink like a violet,
I’ll growl, I’ll bombastically yell.

Arm in arm, a friend and I tell stories,
daily we share our thoughts,
there for support and friendship
especially so when things fell apart,
I know so,
that she will always have a place within
my heart.

Others too, even those who chose to depart,
memories held onto
with firm, powerful charm,
I will recall them,
I will remember certain moments,
times of happiness and joy,
but I will wave them aside in my mind,
because goodbye was fitting,
they weren’t meant to stay.

So, my dear friends,
I am existing and I am enjoying,
I am living, and I am seeing,
I am powering on,
I am taking time to bask,
and not being forced to answer every question
that has been asked.

Stay, stay,
I used to call,
believe in yourself and live, I now tell myself.

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Poem: The Fields – 14/11/20

I wander,
the fields are blooming with colour,
they’re illustrious, I’ve heard of them from afar,
they have been calling from yonder.

Their brightness is healing,
I feel their hues trickle into my soul,
my spirit enlivens,
there are some things I don’t need
to tell.

Let the quietness be permitted,
the expressions be subdued,
at least from a visual standpoint,
between the winding hills and the
babbling brook.

I don’t know what is more potent,
the past or the present,
but I hope to know,
I hope to learn of them.

And so, I rise from the shallows
that kept me in their midst,
the liquid that was constricting,
no matter how little there was of it,
and allow me now to flow,
in the river that breathes and goes,
the flowers to the side,
they know,
they know.

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Poem: Confusion – 04/11/20

There’s no confusion in the motions,
they’re deft and sure and clean,
but there’s confusion in the aftermath,
I don’t want to be seen as someone
I shouldn’t be.

There’s power in the words,
the murmured tones from up above,
there’s something lingering there, you know,
and it’ll come forth one day,
when push comes to shove.

The answers will press themselves
into my face,
no need to fight away from the crowd,
I won’t need to ignore their presence,
I can sense them already now.

I cannot help but wonder:
am I doing the wrong thing?
Times that felt right in the moment
project a sense of followed guilty feeling.

It is true that I should withhold
when something inside propels me to
sing and dance?

I wonder to myself,
I wonder:
should this time be the last?
(30/10/20)

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Poem: Always – 28/10/20

Rolling away those pains,
I can sense them there,
making me rigid,
making me aware.

They cause such shudders,
unwanted power,
overriding me,
making me suffer.

But I can sense the beauty ahead lingering,
emotions to encompass,
overwhelming feelings,

the ability to have sorted,
wiped away the discomfort
that was present within me,
now –
forget-me-nots,
my mind feels free.

I shan’t be weighed down by
ancient unwanted thoughts,
shan’t allow myself to feel pained,
suffer,
I can be self-taught,
to glow and shine,
stripped away of any negative moments,
replaced by instances of
shared light-heartedness,

they’re fluffy,
bright, light,
yet potent.

And it’s better this way,
decisions made,
brighter, fulfilled,
less encumbered days,

beaming, flashed smiles,
unpressured discourse,
lacking in animosity,
hopefully always in style,

concern and niceties to fill future times,
positive memories to be saved
for many a-while.

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Poem: Sharing – 14/10/20

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
always think of myself,

the joy in fostering happiness with others,
perhaps it’s part of being more
self-aware, and possessing more
self-knowledge to be positive,
to be present,
always there.

Part of the process of my journey
in becoming a better human being
has come with reflection and time,
considerations of variances of life experiences,
dark and light.

There have been many
positive experiences,
so too, despairing and sadness,
but it is with consideration,
reflection of both negativity and positivity
that has been,
that I can truly
appreciate my path and provide to others
with my altered, developing perspectives.

To make their hearts warm,
to feel appreciated also,
no longer am I swirling down,
down, down,
in the darkness which had engulfed me
hellishly below,

now,
I am brighter, kinder, lighter,
and I dare say, my path of spiritual growth seems
more direct and much more calmer.

As I increase my self-understanding,
I can encourage joyfulness
and cheery moments
with kindhearted words
to those who are in need,
and those who too wish to engage in the sharing,
allow me to share with you the fruits of my self-healing.

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Poem: Facade – 13/10/20

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 is steady recovery,
and within the walls of a bravely beating,
fighter’s heart drums the strength and courage
equivalent to many.

It’s no secret to a small group of others,
the facts have been divulged and shared,
the pain, the initial distraught,
the distress, the load,
amongst those trusted, those close,

and we’ve kept the secret quiet from
the majority of others,
it’s a will that must be done,
must be respected,
like a healing wound, to be carefully covered.

There is no shame in what is occurring,
no need to hide behind hands,
to be embarrassed about anything,
but there is no need for a public fight,
it is a battle, yes,
but to carry the courage within and muster the strength
to keep repairing is preferable to do so in privacy.

So, allow us the facade,
allow us the truth, too,
allow us to share and hide what that special someone
is going through,
because with time,
they’ll repair, great and strong,
and rise, and rise with wings of triumph,
back to the stead of life where they belong.

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Poem: You Did The Saving – 12/10/20

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 and through,
always believing there was nothing
you could do.

Now, I can see it in your eyes,
you’re so much stronger,
there’s no fear within,
you’re living for the here and now,
and seriously, for so much longer,
you have faith in your spirit and soul,
and know that you are amazing,
you are delightful,
you are wondrous and strong,
and that, my friend,
is worth forever saving,
these melodious tunes in your mind and heart,
they will always keep you company,
as long as you know that you’re unique,
and know that you did the saving.

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Poem: Silver Lining – 09/10/20

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,
and you’re
asking yourself
“Am I even enough?”

Enough for what?
Enough for whom?
You, darling,
sparkle,
you light up the room.

You can extract that
hidden layer within,
that shining silver
how it glimmers
for you,
not her, not them,
nor him,

no, this opportunity,
this journey is yours
and yours alone,
wrap yourself protectively
as though it is your gown.

Enclosed you are,
but radiating opportunity,
the beauty in the feeling,
the beauty in the growing.

And what’s more apt
than shining and reflecting this
back to yourself?
You’re a powerhouse of strength,
don’t let anyone tell you
anything else.

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