Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: An Abstract – 12/10/21

    Poem: An Abstract – 12/10/21

    Salient thoughts
    dangle from a thread.
    Sporadic, intermittent moments recalled,
    none I dread.
    I recount,
    with a sparkle in my eye,
    the times I was
    humoured, admired,
    entertained,
    and now I realise
    I didn’t need any of it –
    I am empowered.

    I can be on my own,
    not every hurried word
    or breath attended to,
    whether wise or nonsensical,
    every thought does not
    need tending to,
    I grew used to being humoured,
    admired, held in high esteem,
    but these were pieces of
    a puzzle I thought
    I truly did need.

    Certainly, initially,
    moments were bare, quiet,
    I wasn’t used to my
    lack of sound,
    but now I’m happy in
    my chosen silence,
    or with music, volumes, voices
    other than mine,
    they can abound,
    and really there is no
    peculiarity, nor need for
    perplexity to be
    revealed nor seen,
    the truth of the matter is
    I can be in complete solitude,
    alone but never lonely,
    occupied and ready
    and still feel like
    a queen.

    Need no suitors nor admirers
    to stroke, bolster the ego,
    what’s more –
    I will say,
    that this is my truth,
    and I must seek
    peacefulness more,
    I shall not allow it to go.

    For the inner peace
    which comes from
    true confidence grown from
    myself,
    not bred with another’s eyes, ears and words serving
    differing intents,
    themselves,
    why, this power is internal,
    amazing, borne of
    the truest of one’s entity,
    the inner strength,
    grown confidence,
    my own,
    fostered all by myself —
    independence is the true key.
    (06/10/21)

    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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  • Poem: Freedom Heart – 22/04/21

    Poem: Freedom Heart – 22/04/21

    Strident tones announced from the bell of a trumpet, 
    I’d smile but I won’t show it, 
    I thought this was the chance to recommence, 
    but now, it’ll all be past tense. 

    To progress from the murky muck, 
    a heart flitters nervously, 
    a gut’s contents begins to rot, 

    I thought I could do this, 
    I thought I was strong, 
    but it seems the better route is to go 
    where I am accepted and comfortable all along. 

    I am enough, 
    I am too much for some, 
    I am required to be elsewhere, thanks, 
    the calling here is not enough:
    a feeling of complete numb. 

    For the sake of myself,
    I need to take into account how I will fare 
    in the long run, 
    not only the short term, 
    I need to consider what will work best for me, 
    health-wise and happiness,
    the upsets I wish to curb. 

    And last night, I decided, 
    I decided, and a sense of relief washed over me, 
    the growing stress seemed all but gone,
    my mind, my mind is free.

    © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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  • Prose and Poetry: Explorers of a Breathing Forest – 15/10/19

    Prose and Poetry: Explorers of a Breathing Forest – 15/10/19

    Your eyes dart from left to right. Taking in the view, you know you appear confused. But, what does it matter? Appearances are nothing when you are alone, surrounded by no other living things. The forest appears to breathe though, with life it heaves and puffs, the life within these trees, this shrubbery, this undergrowth, is teaming with a sense of alertness that you are unable to wholly see. You can still feel it though, sense it, quivering beneath the surface, and you heave your breaths along with them, the forest you inhale and exhale with the lot of them.

    You know not to touch though, to seek further, to spread apart the flowering shrubbery or to part the bushes from the trees. There may lay something dangerous inside, and you are not wont to look, you prefer to carry on with your life path, strictly you are on the path of seeking another form of outlook. Each step reminds you that you have turned away from the shudders, the living creatures hidden, hiding well away, because each footstep you take, the vibrations grow smaller and of less frequency, and this pleases you, for you can move on with what you seek.

    What you seek is a place to lay, a place to rest your world-weary cheeks, to reside in a canopy of fronds that will tickle yet cause deep feelings of momentous pleasure-causing breaths, high then lower bounds and leaps. Where you can rest with quiet confidence that you will be uninterrupted, you’d even take an isolated gorge as a place of rest, if this solitude were presented. But now you discover a nook in the canopy, and further below what appears a gnawed-out area within some undergrowth, and here you are pressed for choice, which shall you select? With a firm conviction you crawl, hands and knees, into the tightly hollowed undergrowth perfect for someone of your stature and your stature alone, and you now breathe in the welcoming woody scent. You may have found yourself a warming and protective home.

    Huddled, you rest, knees to your chest, rocking back and forth to generate some extra heat, as well as an expulsion of additional nervous energy, for you feel something is forthcoming. On the horizon there is no proof, no inkling that there will be a change in the view, but you can sense it, and your heart quivers with this truth.  It is as though you possess an extrasensory perception for these kinds of things, and like the breathing of the forest which you also breathed with, you hone in on the sense of trepidation you have come to associate with this futuristic feeling.

    But there is nothing to fear, a brightness appears, heralding something close by, something becoming nearer. Your heart bounces and bounces; with each beat it creates for your life to continue onward, for your life to continue to be held lovingly dear. Then this light draws closer to you, seems to hone in on your presence, as though you are the heated target it seeks to reach its ill-fated doom. Instead of an explosion, the orb attaches itself to you, nestled through the occasionally-jagged undergrowth and now you feel yourself warming.

    Hotter and hotter you become, as if your face is awash with burning shame, and then you realise that you are actually positively glowing. Glowing with the sense of confidence that you had lost for years, a strength of personal abundance that will keep you going and knowing that you are something fierce and mighty to combat, not something helplessly wasting away. That you are strong, you are an almighty being who you can now completely believe in. A sense of personal mystery is no longer vibrating as your aura. You are now glowing perfectly.

    Feel the sense of freedom that comes with being your true self. At believing that you are talented, intelligent, on a path of truthful self-enlightenment. That you do not need to hide yourself away, ashamed at your apparent lacking of flowery traits and self-concepts, because you already possess the formula that life has projected within your mind and heart. You know these experiences better than any crowd who believes they knew the lot of them.

    Possess your self-worth and place freshly bloomed flowers within it as if it were a freshly blown glass vase, because you are now transparent and there is only true beauty to view. Understand there may be slight imperfections, perhaps cracks or internal bubbles, but know this: you are amazing, and you have finally found the right view. It was always sitting within you, your internal mirror, the true reflection of you.

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.


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