Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: self-growth

  • Poem: personal astronomy – 12/12/21

    Poem: personal astronomy – 12/12/21

    as I speak, I wonder,
    what is there to gather from this world we inhabit?
    what is there to take away from it?
    to cherish, to treasure from it?
    so much to glean so many concepts felt, seen
    and thriving is this feeling I have within me
    for I have grown wiser from my experiences
    played puppet and now I dance the strings with ease
    it’s electrifying to know that I can direct my movements
    rest assured, Life is calling,
    finally,
    and I am welcomed by it.

    there is no chance that I’ll allow it to
    pass me by again
    or wreak havoc on my heart and mind
    allow others to observe, perhaps gain,
    it’s not their fault any more than it is mine,
    human nature can be cruel,
    and unkind.

    selfish gains were proceeds
    and my life seemed unworthy
    moments taken from me
    but I gave and I gave
    like rolling pebbles I threw moments away
    and now I reign and roar –
    this World I explore.

    so many experiences, so many instances
    so many to love to appreciate to share knowledge with
    creativity to become more learned shared growth
    and brightness personified fills my irises
    pupils engorged selfish eyes
    I will
    take. my. fill
    and my heart screams with passion,
    so shrill.

    I wish I had learned earlier how to be a participant
    and take my taste,
    that its not about receiving but giving also,
    to others we must respect and kneel
    and equality will soon reign when I realise
    what is now staring me in the face:
    Love, Life, Personal Astronomy,
    travel the stars moon sun planets of my heart and my soul
    ever so freely…
    (11/12/21)
    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

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  • Poem: Beneath My Layers – 01/07/20

    Poem: Beneath My Layers – 01/07/20

    Sometimes,
occasionally,
I feel like I’m coming back to life.
 
When the outer layers
peel down and around me,
revealing the
scintillating softness inside.
 
So curious am I to
view and feel and touch
this part of my identity,
where I am 
completely vulnerable and wholesome
and completely, utterly me.
 
This nature of myself 
is obvious to all,
yet still some are oblivious,

they are unused to this 
type of enthrall
in which I project a 
certain quietness,

an ethereal truth that 
whispers and ebbs
and flows
amongst the undergrowth -

these moments are special,
they herald timely news.
 
The tactile response of
hand upon softness
upon treasured flesh 
upon raw skin,

surrounded by that 
delicate fog,
sensations
of seeking something 
internally,
 
I’m curious,
what does this 
softness of myself
really mean?

Am I gentle?
Does my kindness live nestled in 
the undergrowth,
behind those protective outer layers?
 
Should I keep revealing this side,
this part of me,
so vulnerable I am
to others?
 
It’s as though I’m a
lost babe in the woods,
bare and so innocent,
I smile, grin with a
single infant tooth,
 
I am away from home,
yet I am right here,
there is nothing to worry for,
be concerned about,
to fear,
because my softness
is finally here,
 
and of my strength,
such internal,
unseen strength,
I am quietly aware.  
 
Beneath the layers,
I’ve finally found myself
and I am so proud 
to be here.

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. 
Image by Marjon Besteman-Horn from Pixabay

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  • Poetry and Prose: The Self: Concern, Love and Care – 08/09/19

    Poetry and Prose: The Self: Concern, Love and Care – 08/09/19

    When was the last time you focused on yourself? I mean truly, deeply, contemplatively connected with yourself? Have you dwelled upon what you deserve, about your likes and dislikes, your aspirations and hopes? About how you allow yourself to link with others, of how you graciously love, how you treat your close others? How do you feel when that stranger on the street gives you a quick smile, and a cheery “Good morning”? Does your mood and spirit lift and spring, at being worthy of being acknowledged? What does your Self say to the mornings where you don’t want to roll out of bed? Your aching head screams to stay in, please, connect with yourself instead.

    There is a timely connection between us, our soul and spirit, and we need to accept that holistically treating ourselves with gentleness and care has ultimate worth and merit. Because if we cannot look after ourselves, cherish our beautiful selves, who will look after us better? But sometimes there are times where we come undone, where we cannot look after ourselves, no matter how hard we try. Even lifting our heavy, dreary eyelids becomes too much of an action, and this is when we cry out for another human connection. Someone who is there to now look after us, with duty of care and concern, and a loving level of personal trust.

    We know these people in the world, they mean more to us than ever could be spoken of or expelled, and quietly they go about their duties as though there is nothing to them. Because that is how they are, our loved ones, they tidy the mess that everyday life or inherent suffering has brought to us. Cataclysmic whirls and hurricanes blustering and blowing in the minds of ourselves when we are sadly, not so complete. But the trying times will pass by, we will rise higher and higher until we avoid that dangling fall into the abyss, and with a joyous ringing of trumpets, we have arrived home.

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


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