Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: life

  • Poem: An Unexpected Arrival – 12/12/20

    Poem: An Unexpected Arrival – 12/12/20

    An unexpected arrival,
    shrieks and joy to be had,
    family, friends and more,
    there’s not need to feel alone or bad.

    We sit and chat,
    I stand and embrace,
    my heart is emboldened,
    of you, there is no trace,

    I am ecstatic in this moment,
    surrounded by those I love,
    and those she loves,
    her day was blessed,
    with much pomp and circumstance,
    the surprise could never go a negative way.

    Be bright and smile with us,
    we are a unit, a family,
    be strong with us,
    we have woven wefts that continue
    strengthening and growing.

    Illness has surprisingly made us closer,
    the requirements, the needs, the wants,
    the vulnerabilities,
    the desire to fight,
    the need to be strong.

    We need not concern ourselves with nonsense
    or upsets that are not required towards
    her healing,
    bone dry are our eyes
    because we do not need any form of weeping.

    The visit was brief,
    the visit was unexpected,
    but it broke up the time we were
    quietly relaxing,
    and I thank them for their dropping in,
    to share some happiness,
    to share with our joy within.

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  • Poem: Returning – 10/12/20

    Poem: Returning – 10/12/20

    I am returning from the brink of disaster and gloom,
    I am returning to bright sunshine of that shared room,
    I am announcing that there is so much left to say for me,
    I am denouncing all that was incorrectly spoken of me.

    I work my way back to the untruths,
    the convoluted prisms which glint with lies and stains,
    I scrub and I scrub,
    I save myself,
    why bother with how they’ve tainted my name
    because these aren’t the lips of babes,

    I am mighty here,
    courageous and brave,
    I will fight to save myself from the tirades of insistence,
    triumphant?
    Wills and wants be tamed.

    I am erect with bravery,
    I know not of methods that should enliven nor save me,
    because I have no requirement of these,
    of those,
    I am living and breathing and embodying all that has been known.

    My chin is high with stubborn pride,
    I shan’t allow the potential of vehement jargon defeat me,
    not cause a need to hide,
    I am here,
    I am now,
    I am ready to move forward,
    and I’m telling you,
    there’s no room for travelling backwards.

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  • Poem: Bejeweled – 08/12/20

    Poem: Bejeweled – 08/12/20

    I am unsure,
    but I have achieved my goal,
    a glint, and a glint, a smile,
    oh, how I shan’t actually fall.

    I have created some light
    amongst some gloom,
    glow, glow, glow, darling,
    this is none too soon.

    Independent moments and
    useless nerves,
    worrisome,
    why had I concerned myself with the
    fear of explosions
    and bombing of words around my heart
    but then…

    I am accepted for what I’ve done,
    even though it is not approved,
    I am being viewed as my age,
    and decisions are mine for me to make,
    triumph and gratitude,
    there’s not much left to say.

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  • Poem: Open Heart – 04/12/20

    Poem: Open Heart – 04/12/20

    Opening my heart
    a little more today,
    I’ll allow access to this
    beating organ,
    I’ll share this with you,
    I may.

    I searched high and low
    for the possibilities,
    for the answers to my conundrums,
    but the fact of the matter is,
    we only experience,
    and learn from the moments.

    I sit beneath the moonlight
    all alone,
    and this is strangely the way that
    I like it,
    solitude is calming,
    being on my own is strengthening,
    I feel somewhat whole,
    contemplation is beckoning.

    It allows me to soften,
    not harden,
    unlike when I was in company and had to alter
    my personality,
    pandering,
    assuming another type of identity,
    how had I allowed this to happen to me?

    Finally feeling the freedom,
    opening my heart a little more
    each day,
    it peeks and winks through the
    gap in my chest and then suddenly,
    I’m exposed entirely,
    unknowingly,
    and it doesn’t scare me at all,
    hope and light are shining my way.

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  • Poem: Beauty of the Sun – 26/11/20

    Poem: Beauty of the Sun – 26/11/20

    We can never truly gaze
    into the beauty of the sun,
    we can only bask,
    feel the delight of her warmth,
    I can feel her reverberation,
    her heart song.

    Why, a little bird once told me
    that the measure of youth
    is to capture those memories,
    sift through them,
    and seal them tight with Truth.

    I used to gaze into the beauty of the sun,
    I felt myself burning within,
    there’s so much to fight for,
    but all I’ll do is relax, rest my chin on my hand
    and grin.

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  • Poem: Change – 24/11/20

    Poem: Change – 24/11/20

    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: Spells – (The Last) – 17/11/20

    Poem: Spells – (The Last) – 17/11/20

    My words became spells again,
    my words they wove their magic,
    the images proved so sincere,
    yet tired they became,
    the end:
    so tragic.

    I sewed the moments one by one,
    delved in and out the topics,
    recreated potency handfuls by handfuls,
    the result:
    confusion of moments.

    The truth of the matter is
    perhaps the words were not right,
    misinterpretations outdoors
    flew high into the sky.

    Anomalies present from whatever one might
    want to know,
    lay your head upon that grass,
    rest there gently,
    I’ll watch the subtle growth.

    Time can tell certain things,
    many different things,
    nearby blossoms absorb the moments
    in which they breathe the sounds
    with ease.

    They take on the subtle intricacies,
    borne as silent witnesses,
    voices raised in dire frustration,
    won’t the scents calm them
    along the breeze?

    But will they be subdued,
    relax themselves?
    Unravel the tapestry,
    work it all out?
    I think those others eavesdropping can
    quite obviously tell.

    My words once were magic,
    to others they became spells again,
    I wove them,
    and I weave them,
    and I let others carefully attend to them.

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  • Poem: The Fields – 14/11/20

    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: The Stage – 03/11/20

    Poem: The Stage – 03/11/20

    There’s no need to rant and rave,
    to set fire to the stage,
    the show’s come knocking
    it’s time to perform,
    ill feelings really should be tamed.

    There’s misinterpretation in the scenes,
    misunderstandings,
    certain explanations seemingly misheard or unseen,
    and the power in the moments is not
    the spat venom nor poison,
    but the future mellowing,
    the quiet contemplation.

    Will I ever reach that path where I am not
    in a situation of needs,
    in a situation where things feel incorrect,
    perhaps time apart is due,
    it’s calling,
    I feel.

    I thought it was possible,
    to not completely sever ties,
    to retain a friendship
    but it seems the truth is not this,
    I surmise.

    So, fly on high I will,
    let the sinking in my stomach be perpetuated nil,
    I will rise above the argumentative moments,
    we will clear the stage of such scenes,

    perhaps, maybe,
    there won’t be much left to view,
    it may have been all just a breathy dream,
    let the angst dissipate from the theatre still,
    allow the audience to softly clear the room.

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  • Poem: Always – 28/10/20

    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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