Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: self-confidence

  • Poem: Fashionable Undertakings – 06/09/21

    Poem: Fashionable Undertakings – 06/09/21

    My confidence in self-expression,
    I don’t care for looks of derision,
    curious undertakings,
    the strangers I sometimes catch glancing,
    I wear my big heavy boots with pride,
    wear dark makeup all I like,
    I dress how I want without hindrance,
    it may seem to others a small decision.

    But I am being bold, letting my choices
    break the mould,
    I don’t care for judgements or disapproval,
    my approval is the only type I need to view.
    Being confident in myself used to be much of
    a chore,
    for I dressed, presented in ways
    that called for attention, of other’s approval
    I did implore.

    Nowadays, I please myself, yearning I am not
    to be noticed and accepted for someone that I
    really was not,
    no longer clothed in garb that screamed for their eyes,
    bare naked skin,
    exposed legs, soft thighs.
    I walk the streets and shops in elaborate heavy boots,
    shiny accessories,
    caring not for looks of affection,
    I express in my own style,
    it may glean attention,
    but it’s not doing so
    for the most incorrect of reasons.

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  • Poem: Finding the Inner Strength – 26/08/20

    Poem: Finding the Inner Strength – 26/08/20

    I am stronger than I perceive myself to be,
even with the massive doubts I cast upon me,
I am not withering inside,
shadows covering my soul,
no, I am strong,
almost invincible.

I am positive,
even though I wonder and question my skills,
I am wise even if I’m struggling,
I can make it through this,
stand erect,
proudly,
I will, I will, I will.

Heaven knows how hard I am trying to 'be',
trying to make it through struggles,
my internal catastrophes.

I will wear a smile,
stop asking others so many questions,
for guidance, assurance,
validation,

I will become the confident woman I still am,
not once was, but who I am still,
I will direct myself through life stridently,
with my wooden oars,
glide elegantly through the current, I will.

I’ll guide this rowboat on a path of my own,
I’ll stop this nonsense swimming in my head,
this overwhelming self-doubt,
and I’ll convince myself that there’s nothing to fear,
I will make it through these trying times,
just watch me, my dears.

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  • Poem: Living Breathing Wooden Girl – 21/09/19

    Poem: Living Breathing Wooden Girl – 21/09/19

     She was pliable; 
     A living, wooden girl.
      
     Whose heart melded so easily with others,
     Broken umpteen times she’d lost count.
      
     They would troupe, one by one,
     Contort her into something pleasing enough to view,
      
     Into something malleable,
     Useful, warranting their attentions,
     She’d barely need to beckon toward their view.
      
     How her heart beat like a chased wild rabbit,
     Intent on escaping down that hole,
      
     But the viewers, purveyors,
     Liked to amuse and play with certain things themselves.
      
     And this living, breathing doll,
     This girl hung onto perfect hope,
      
     That one day she would meet the hero in her tale,
     With his love, a perfected human being she’d become.
      
     When her joints would loosen, 
     Become like delicate glowing alabaster,
      
     But the hero in the tale is her,
     She will be the one permitting her own true awakening,
     She will be the one to curse away the undesirable curs.

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