Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Prose: A Visit – 13/05/21

    Prose: A Visit – 13/05/21

    The sky is pink, grey and blue today, wisps of cotton candy and woollen clouds. I watch as First Light dawns upon me, the day awakens, and I cherish it, awaiting more. What is this fluffy entity which now travels towards my face? This countenance and structure so lovely, perfection, in a way?

    It morphs slightly as it travels, altering size, shape, and form, one moment it’s obscure and barely recognisable, then the next, clearer and pure.

    I won’t say what I suspect these clouds have become, I feel it’s not my place to share, but I will acknowledge its sacredness, of this I have become more and most aware. A benevolent entity travelled unto me, blessing and guiding with his presence, and now my being is vibrant, I am invigorated, then suddenly well-spent.

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  • Poem: In-Between – 24/09/20

    Poem: In-Between – 24/09/20

    My land of In-Between is glorious,
    that space which cannot be defined,
    can’t be plotted,
    accurately located,
    yet it houses my wealth of memories,
    my heartfelt song,
    prose, poetry,
    the magic of my inner layers
    which are only conducive to goodness,
    kindness,
    and moral wealth.

    Imagine a cloud-speckled sky,
    with Sun gently winking,
    mischievousness in her eyes,
    a wooden chest appears,
    which glorious beings heave into view,
    its carvings elaborate –
    specifically made for me,
    long secreted away from you.

    For now, I will allow your eyes
    to fall upon this chest,
    after all, I have permitted you entry
    into my Land of In-between,
    Then and Now,
    I shall open it up with great nobility,
    the masterful moment of
    revelation feels truly amazing.

    But once the interior is viewable,
    inside there is nothing to see,
    at least for you,
    but for myself,
    a visible wealth of memories.

    The feelings, intense emotions which
    wash over,
    permeate my entire being
    are so utterly cleansing
    that I feel I’m experiencing them a second time,
    truly,
    wholly.

    With confusion, I see you glance away,
    you look hurt, cheated,
    as though I permanently masked from you
    my thoughts, memories, dreams,

    I call you ardently,
    but you seem intent on your desire to leave.

    I cannot please everyone,
    I’ve been struggling and striving to do
    this for so long,
    no longer will I lose who I am
    because some can’t accept me,
    I am myself,
    and that surely must be enough.

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