Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
Evolution, absolution, ammunition, contradiction. I'm expected to pick among shreds of dignity like a seed-starved chicken, in the hopes of finding something worthy of contrition, but this 'matter' won’t be absolved with a preposterous predilection, words like a loaded gun, emotional hostage, a 'Stockholm' situation. [...]
Sometimes life won’t be perfect no matter how much you will it, you adjust, you alter, you are adamant, yet plans, they falter, accept defeat, you must admit this. It does not matter how much we carry wishes within us, there are moments which will simply flit out of the picture, the power within, the strength which hardens us can make us shudder, [...]
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 [...]
Overwhelmed, called away from the line of duty, what do I recall? What is there to own as mine? Treasures of memories from a trove. Responsibility must be taken, I can encompass my decisions as a whole, the knowledge that I’m assisting, even in small increments, helping growth. Of course, I cannot change others’ weaknesses, [...]
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, [...]
I try to light the way for myself, only me at the present, for myself I can only take responsibility, but maybe in the future I’ll brighten the paths of others, allowing them to feel illumination from my positive attitude and candour. I smile and I dance into my path of least resistance, of least duress, the lantern which dangles from my wrist [...]
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 am struggling to rise to my little hooves, I am failing to grasp hold of balance, I am calling, calling, for this ability to visit me, the skill to be mobile, to be free. For so long, I’ve been unable to properly walk and stride, how problematic for a soul for whom the [...]
I drag out my colours, many hues to create a show, A popularity contest? Or a forceful appearance? How will the audience react? Perhaps I already know. I begin to create, build the underpainting, of the basics of that face, that wide-eyed, mildly shocked expression that shows she’s realised something, or that [...]
I used to be a damsel in distress, I called and called to them, to assist me with my longing heart, yet all of them decided to leave. I worked so hard on being that which portrayed what I felt was visual worth, without understanding that what mattered was not essentially looks but a [...]
