Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
The growling primal fear which rears its head dances its eyes over our circumstance, and in a plethora of understanding it wisely retreats into the distance, pillars surround us as petals, thrown, fall from invisible hands. [...]
the strength within is something which must be seen, peel away those layers, let us view within, the armour, so thickly wrought, over years of abuse and mockery, self-taught, self-taught. darling, it’s time to make that move, inhabit a better place, wipe away your gloom, shine bright unto another day, and then the next, your armour always protects, come what may. [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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