Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: resolution

  • Poem: Conclusions – Spoken Word and Text – 13/07/20

    Poem: Conclusions – Spoken Word and Text – 13/07/20

    Audio: Conclusions
    When conclusions are reached,
my being sings a triumphant song,
we’ve set aside our differences,
placed them out to pasture,
pains thrust aside,
almost forgotten all along.
 
There’s no irritation lingering,
no passive aggressive disease,
poor judgemental words pounding,
understanding ill, reactive behaviour
for what it is.
 
And tirades and mutual disrespect
have been left crumbling
in the dust,
anger does not propel and further,
resolve is stronger,
admiration and mutual support are clearer.
 
Because what would we be
if we didn’t occasionally
stumble and fall,
there’s no need to crawl back
to one another,
we only temporarily lost our enthrall.

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  • Poem: Reach and Repair Us – 23/12/19

    Poem: Reach and Repair Us – 23/12/19

     I reach into the depths of myself
 and pluck that certain something which makes me Me,
 beneath the surface I am swimming,
 searching for something that signifies, 
 which best expresses my essence.
  
 Is it that particular pitch of 
 laughter which resonates within you?
 That characteristic flick of 
 hair out of my eyes
 because I needed that haircut months prior?

 Or my grasping onto your arm,
 oh, how I needed the support from you,
 when crumbling and falling apart
 you were there. 
  
 Darling, we have patched ourselves so hastily,
 from broken and battered to healed with wefts
 and super human glue –
 Tarzan would be proud –
  
 Of our issues we seem to have 
 tentatively repaired,
 it’s no longer you and I 
 but us together, 
 an entwined pair again at last. 
  
 In pulling myself apart,
 in making myself experience discomfort,
 in making me try to bring forth that 
 which had become hidden,
 I knew I must draw myself forth,
 melt away the layers of my hesitant heart,
 for the good of ourselves,
 to fix what had come undone.

 But, the rusty handle of the gate 
 had been squeaking,
 begging to be oiled.  
  
 I attend to it lovingly, 
 with my brightened laughter and smiles, 
 you observe my work while you 
 attended to the rusted hinges.
 
 Then, perfection: 
 the gate is salvaged, 
 it no longer sings,
 though, it glides,
 view the beauty and smoothness it casts
 upon new memories now created 
 by the hearthside. 
  
 © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock 
also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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