Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • poem: rising spirits – 29/06/22

    poem: rising spirits – 29/06/22

    Taint my skin with sweet molasses

    the sweetness a scourge

    overrides the senses

    a narrative spoken

    a tale long shared

    abstract metamorphosis

    the thick syrup

    clings to my hair.

    Do not wonder at the analysis of yesteryear

    it is long gone

    yet they all keep resurfacing

    is 2022 the year?

    The year for spirits rising

    tell me this: the tone, is it worth

    minor energy spent,

    my time for them they are a-calling

    I feel like it’s just a time pass

    and I hope they’re not hoping for more

    wisened up,

    here, no longer illiterate at

    being street-smart

    far more confident to the core

    I can see far more clearly now.

    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.

    Image from magwood_photography on Pixabay

  • Poem: Returning – 10/12/20

    Poem: Returning – 10/12/20

    I am returning from the brink of disaster and gloom,
    I am returning to bright sunshine of that shared room,
    I am announcing that there is so much left to say for me,
    I am denouncing all that was incorrectly spoken of me.

    I work my way back to the untruths,
    the convoluted prisms which glint with lies and stains,
    I scrub and I scrub,
    I save myself,
    why bother with how they’ve tainted my name
    because these aren’t the lips of babes,

    I am mighty here,
    courageous and brave,
    I will fight to save myself from the tirades of insistence,
    triumphant?
    Wills and wants be tamed.

    I am erect with bravery,
    I know not of methods that should enliven nor save me,
    because I have no requirement of these,
    of those,
    I am living and breathing and embodying all that has been known.

    My chin is high with stubborn pride,
    I shan’t allow the potential of vehement jargon defeat me,
    not cause a need to hide,
    I am here,
    I am now,
    I am ready to move forward,
    and I’m telling you,
    there’s no room for travelling backwards.

    © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. 
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