Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
The sunshine drips through my windowpane, illuminating, brightening, my heart, my mind, I am finally at peace, there’s no need to search nor find, I am satisfied, satisfied with the breath of my life, my soul it feels so light and kind. Nevermore will I search arduously, high and low, painful, the path impatient but slow for completion through others, through acceptance and [...]
This smile, she is timely, she has arrived well and alive, with her presence her owner will revive, feel stronger, amazing, and whole. There were calls for her demise, suffocations of her interior, breath caught in her lungs, catching at the escape, wishing for the air never to be free nor fly, but now, a rapid sigh of relief, [...]
The journey is almost over, the pain, the suffering, the ailing, all to be washed away from the nights and the mornings, the bravery is there to be seen, highs, lows, during so much time, she’s been stoic throughout it all, the therapy has not seized her courage, or taken away her positivity, she’s been fighting and carrying on throughout what has sometimes been a struggle, demonstrating her resilience and capabilities. [...]
Allow the dripping of honey to coat the seconds together, let the hearts join during the moments of playful banter, but don’t permit the times to destroy the frivolity, the joy, the joviality, to switch to seriousness, to gruff, forlorn momentum, for the arrangement of seconds to become less than tidy. There is not rhythm nor rhyme [...]
The heat takes to me as a tingle on my skin, raised endorphins still allow the stinging in, I feel faint, this warmth I hate, others are grateful, the cool change I await. Sweat begins to pool at the small of my back, the nape of my neck, I struggle, looking for relief, won’t the singeing rays abate? [...]
Brightness engulfs that wicked room where tales were never shared. Where fears, anxiety, irreverently unfold within the gloom, resting concerns upon one’s hands. There is a quietness which is perturbed by the stately arrival of glaring white and unnatural upheaval, a certain something, a funk, a stink, which would bring one to their knees, into the darkest of thickets, the tangled thorns, the trees, the thistles. [...]
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, [...]
There is no longer any pressure, self-produced, to create nor feel, no rushing to the chopping block where I must reveal my innards, to show something real. Instead, I can gently rest, not be concerned with the haste, my imposed rush, because it is time to take some time out for myself, I’ve been tired and don’t I know it. [...]
They couldn’t help it, they had stars in their eyes. Bright burst of fireworks encapsulated in their sights, little pin drops of explosions, one by one they shine and shone, filling their beings with life and fire, delighting themselves, fear, they had none. What is it about confidence that oozes delectability? And what is [...]
I am stronger than I perceive myself to be, even with the massive doubts I cast upon me, I am not withering inside, shadows covering my soul, no, I am strong, almost invincible. I am positive, even though I wonder and question my skills, I am wise even if I’m struggling, I can make it [...]
