Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
I’ve been lost for so many years, hidden in the recesses of the wilderness and I don’t know which way is out. I'm unsure of how to escape this listless, pointless path without direction, without a propelling sense of purpose. I once was utterly focused, I wanted to be something, make something of myself, [...]
The gems, they are too pretty. They mesmerise, but none gain the fervent attention of my eyes, they yield none of the consideration that they are deserving of. I search for something that is right for me, the properties, they must match my intent, and I spot the stone I have been yearning for [...]
