Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: self love

  • Poem: Rose – 07/08/21

    Poem: Rose – 07/08/21

    What we are and what we feel are
    two different concepts,
    notions I need to feel,
    I watch from within as thoughts build and layers
    harden then peel
    like ancient flakes of house paint decorating
    that life we accepted and treasured within,
    I know through deep understanding
    that each flake tells a story,
    it’s witnessed so much of life
    to be felt, heard, and seen.

    What I feel is a blossoming,
    a wafting rose developing,
    from a tiny elaborate bud into
    much,
    much more,
    complexities created,
    so much in store,

    her fragrance is intoxicating,
    I do not yearn for anything but her
    in the morning,
    a pin-pricking, her warning,
    to be gentle with her,
    patience never stalling.

    A petal drops –
    by goodness, what a shame,
    her story is unfolding,
    but losing beauty? –
    should the ache in my heart refrain?
    Because it is with dying that she is
    breathing life,
    to live is to expire,
    but to experience is proof of internal fire.

    And her flames are astounding,
    she’s alive, so vivid now,
    effervescent, glowing
    the flakes of paint fall into an inferno,
    fuelling her understanding
    that to live is to capture and incinerate
    what the world deems as beauty,
    there’s much more to her presence,
    behind there is more than a duty,
    it’s a requirement fulfilled morally.

    And it is with experience that she
    continues to grow,
    her form is not lopped,
    stunted growth,
    to entertain others with her vision,
    with her dangerous thorns
    as protection,
    for her wonder in the morning
    and beyond,
    we think, we feel,
    we consider what she does,
    what notions there are to accept,
    as necessary?

    Sometimes it’s required that our awareness
    is measured,
    and our hearts, oh, our hearts,
    must begin to beat harder,
    no option for slowing,
    no option for stalling,
    they should continue to beat fiercely,
    uncontrollably.

    © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
    Photo by Meghan Schiereck on Unsplash


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  • Poem: Anything But Ordinary – 30/12/19

    Poem: Anything But Ordinary – 30/12/19

     Allow me to throw all this 
 seriousness out the window,
 watch it rise, then drop, go, 
 weighted, begone!
 It’s as though an exhilarating breath 
 has been taken inside of you
 Inhale, exhale, you crave another round.
  
 Where life could be so simple, 
 so pure, so you,
 one of perfection, a life of independence,
 where in this life, of your reality,
 everything is light, feathery, and airy. 
  
 Your words move softly from your lips,
 your fingertips dance over naked skin,
 and touching your arm makes the 
 hairs on your neck raise,
 you don’t need another here, 
 to feel grateful and amazed.
  
 Because you are perfection, dear, 
 even with your self-labelled flaws,
 they’re your signs that you are unique,
 be careful with your heart,

 do not denigrate yourself,
 talk down internally 
 because you, sweetheart, 
 are anything but ordinary.
 
 © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
 All images signed “LMH” 
 are copyrighted by Lauren M. Hancock 
 and all rights reserved, 2019.  

Image by Alexas_Fotos from Pixabay

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  • Poem: “The Angular Monstrosity” – 24/09/19

    Poem: “The Angular Monstrosity” – 24/09/19

     She rises from the depths
     from the phantom-riddled deep
     the angular monstrosity of the high North Sea.
      
     She attempts to make a show of her pride
     with the way she presents herself
     a reflection of the way she views her interior —
     her internal kaleidoscopic picture.
      
     As a beautiful creature with so much to offer
     she cannot understand why observers would shriek run and hide 
     when they would see her:
     Would they prefer she introverted, 
     and be the one to emotionally and physically hide?
      
     What was so terrifying with her
     means of angularity
     of differing degrees of separation —
     the very thought of her apparent failings
     caused her severe crippling anxiety.
      
     Was she truly less than perfection?
     Was her interior view an entire riddled mess?
     How could she bear to survive when before others
     she was viewed as unwanted, undeserving, severely unblessed?
      
     What it all came down to
     was an understanding of self-acceptance
     that there was nothing there for this angular being to
     reconsider in a negative means 
      
     nothing to make her feel her presence was
     unwarranted unnecessary completely underwhelming. 
      
     Instead her heart beats with renewed vigour 
     as we smile upon her, cheer her on,
     allow her to grow with her quiet confidence to reconsider
      
     that the negative views were borne of nothing true in reality
     and here she is in her beautiful angularity
     showing us her truths,
     in all her perfection and polarity of thoughts, feelings and views.   
      
     For we are all different but essentially we are one
     together our hearts can beat
     Our chest swollen with pride at knowing that
     we, like this beauty, 
     are the emotionally strong ones.
      
     And for those who are not quite there yet
     you will make it with some work 
     some trust
     some dispelling of inner hurt.
      
     You will make it, my friends,
     simply view our angular beauty as she 
     twists and turns her limbs in celebration
     of her personal development and love and acceptance which
     we truly must commend.

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


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