Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: self-improvement

  • Poem: disarmed – 12/12/21

    Poem: disarmed – 12/12/21

    change is as impermanent as the irreverent footsteps
    brushing against the floorboards  
    then carpeted pavement
    travelling toward the bedroom door for a glimmer
    of your strength as your heart it beats quietly in slumber
    days well spent days well spent
    I sigh to myself for I see the journey within your nightly trials
    in your eyes sparkles glimmer
    alterations to be observed and saved
    soul shimmers

    you altered your life path
    you designed a new trial to be outlasted and
    mistakes made wittingly
    aside and cast
    you grew in redemption
    a beautiful soul reflection
    sewn regeneration
    flowering ascension
    imperfect connections
    yet perfect corrections
    as bold and wondrous as the claret flowing through
    your bursting spirit
    your special soul
    need I, dare I mention?
    the colours of your fall,
    the shade of your winter soul,
    the spring in your flowering steps,
    the beautiful summer sunset,
    you are evolving as you become the centre,
    the One,
    I’m torn – do I let you sleep
    or wake you, embrace you,
    snuffling warmth?

    I just want to encourage you
    congratulate you
    for the change that’s become of you
    your flight path
    nothing to fear
    no harm,
    you’ve made it through the danger zone
    and blissfully
    grinningly
    I see you hovering and soaring above
    that former storm.
    well done, my lovely,
    well done.
    my heart you have eternally disarmed.  
    (09/12/21)
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  • Poem: To Adjust – 20/10/21

    Poem: To Adjust – 20/10/21

    To isolate, but willingly,
    set aside myself from
    that once-hurried life,
    is something rightfully
    required, and
    I know this as such.

    To work on myself –
    self-improve,
    take the time to relax,
    not always be ‘at it’,
    the social butterfly,
    no longer me.

    I am repetitive, yes,
    but it’s to do with
    my training,
    the ability to wash over
    myself affirming words
    every morning.

    Others have done so too,
    taken their paths,
    months, years prior,
    I’m here at long last,
    watching, willing, no longer
    passively waiting,
    but performing all that
    needs doing,
    and more so,
    just so there’s no yearning.

    And pieces of me
    once scattered around
    the globe
    by uncaring hearts who took,
    each piece
    dropped, thrown,
    now I caress my gathered shards
    that make up my
    healing, healing heart,
    loving, warming self-care,

    I toss aside my long ebony hair
    and valiantly smile
    for I am here,
    grateful and alone,
    I sit atop my chair
    and feel contentment;
    this world is finally
    feeling like a home.

    Surrounded by everything
    once prized, now lacking meaning,
    because material possessions,
    what need have I for everything?
    Give my heart and soul to another when
    time deems it ready.

    Wondrous, this process
    of learning to turn thoughts around,
    look at the positive, hopefully always,
    feed myself with joyous messages,
    sounds, thoughts.

    I need to do this
    not just for myself
    but for those closest to me,
    I, myself, them, deserve only
    the best version of me,
    and if this means isolation,
    temporarily from the world,
    people,
    friends,
    as much as I can,
    I’ll take this time,
    adjust myself accordingly,
    and allow my truest heart to shine.
    (15/10/21)
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  • Poem: Gasp – 26/10/20

    Poem: Gasp – 26/10/20

    I gasp.
    It wasn’t expected,
    to see this sight today.
    But then, I smile,
    because in a way,
    I have been quietly asked to let go of personal dismay.

    I’ve set my sights on improvement,
    within my life I’m going to change,
    and I’ve already made self-alterations,
    I can view them on the page.

    As they’re read quietly, in my own style,
    I acknowledge what I’ve already done for myself,
    forming new habits takes a while.
    Learning to look after myself,
    my mind, my body,
    I can amplify what they are needing,
    for what they are calling.

    For I try to now listen to them,
    and my spirit,
    to these three, I’ve forged a commitment,
    to care for myself mentally, holistically,
    to do so means in a manner positively
    and wholeheartedly.

    No room for doubt or fear,
    or wondering if there’s enough strength in me to steer,
    I will attend to my life’s direction,
    I will be illuminated in the sunshine,
    and heal and succeed, re-connection,
    heal, mend, and attend,
    I’ve already performed the interventions.

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  • Poem: Better – 25/09/20

    Poem: Better – 25/09/20

    The rain pitter-patters against the window
    reminding me of the melancholy I used to feel,
    but now I am developing myself,
    I am fusing myself together,
    redetermining self-worth.

    I need not chase the opinions high nor low
    of yonder words to come,
    need not seek the approval of critical strangers,
    or unkind people who I’m not close with,
    why, shouldn’t they matter little to none?

    I seek your approval, because I care for your thoughts,
    I seek the justice of your moments with me
    because I am true with you,
    together we become,
    but I shan’t allow my life to hinge
    on your thoughts of me anymore,
    because I am stronger,
    I believe in myself,
    more and more and more.

    It’s taken a while to reach this stage,
    I’m merely dipping my big toe in the water,
    who knows what there is to come,
    who knows what’s happily living under,
    what I will experience,
    who will I meet,
    on my journey,
    this life path indeed.

    I sit on the riverbank and wonder,
    why was I so needy,
    why was I so temperamental,
    why was I so melancholy,
    why was I so angry?

    Needing others’ affirmation, day in and day out,
    it was sickening,
    I look back on those years,
    no wonder I was not blooming.

    But now, my heart is open,
    at least its slowly opening up the shutters,
    letting in the smell of that beautiful rain
    pelting down,
    and I know,
    I know,
    that things will be better from now on,
    trust me,
    I tell myself.

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  • Poem: Construction Site – 16/09/20

    Poem: Construction Site – 16/09/20

    Your world will feel like a construction site,
    workers wandering the areas with intent,
    lifting, hauling, attaching, installing,
    ensuring that progress is made,
    this is why they’ve been sent.

    They are making certain that changes are timely,
    are attractive,
    and according to the plans for the one who is paying,
    and you, you, my friend,
    are the one plotting with paper and pen,
    are these alterations what you’ve asked
    for from these women and men?

    It can be so hard when you allow others in to tinker
    and touch sections that need progressing
    but are sensitive because you have this thing
    in which the way they already are,
    you cherish them,

    and your mind, your heart,
    the pit of your stomach,
    they all react in some such way,

    and then presently, these sites are becoming works of art,
    with the final touches they are made to apparent perfection,
    any more than if you could have left them?

    Did you really need to bring in subcontractors to mess
    with what already was?
    Weren’t you enough before you were meddled with willingly,
    because you felt you weren’t enough?

    Or are the changes so right, correct, what were needed to
    brighten the heart’s sorrows, your intellect?
    Your world may be a construction site,
    but you permitted the work to be performed upon it.

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  • Poem: The Path – 23/04/20

    Poem: The Path – 23/04/20

    Weariness, Weariness,
rests upon my head,
where cobwebs and stilted cogs lay well rested
in their beds,
the machinery’s movements have ceased,
Weariness allows me to take that break,
but behind the scenes I’m still ruminating,
I simply disguise it from him.
 
Aptitude, Aptitude,
once carefully measured with closely observed time,
makes me wonder now whether the path was worth
the efforts to propel me so far,
because what am I doing here with this life?
 
I know,
I know,
that intelligence comes in many forms,
not always those tested,
skills, handiwork,  
of Aptitude, many are assured.
 
Desire, Desire,
to be something more,
to perform something else,
to rise to the challenge and advance myself,
it is not only in the mind that Desire does seek,
a change,
a triumphant case,
in which I can alternatively speak.
 
Knowledge, Knowledge,
have I sucked you bone-dry from the pages
I have to tend to?
The parched paper with its annotations and highlighted markings
grins at me,
resonate reminders of hard work and times oh-so studious.
 
Whenever I am down on myself,
I simply need to glance at my words,
my interpretations,
the violin fingerings,
the sheet music’s markings,
 
and I understand that I have worked arduously
at several crafts,
and have returned to the original craft of my own.
 
Conclusions, Conclusions
are like cadences softly spoken,
the melodious cessations of my
quiet contemplation,
I’m not performing at Life so badly,
according to my efforts
I’m trying to better myself,
there is no need to sink, sink down,
to aim a tirade toward myself,
 
I am improving,
daily,
through the efforts of no one other than myself.  

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