Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
I wonder to myself, does Time heal most wounds? Does it help scab over the surface of gashes more permanently than a over clumsy bruise? Will it fix the mistakes, the errors of time gone by? Allowing for a reprieve, a chance to redo the actions, rather than saying goodbye? Or perhaps Time heals the wounds and allows the person [...]
It’s considered ludicrous, as this pencil draws as pen, impermanence detailing permanence, can history make amends? In truth, in part, will hope, will reinstated knowledge renew? In truth, in whole, intentions grown strength to strength and full? But, unmanageable, so it seems? By a world of common sense and broken former seams,
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 [...]
