The Wheel of Stars seems never to slow, blossoms bothered, scattered their presence grows, the eternity which awaits, turns and turns of fate, reading the images before my eyes, positive or negative fortunes accumulate.
Midnight sky blotted with stars and shine, this road, the path ahead, it is all mine,
I can rejoice at my arrival, strength at my return, I will lead the weary, eyes and hearts will burn.
Truly, truly, will I know this, the path of least resistance will be filled with goodness,
I may be hindered, but so too shall I grow, like an ivy which dances around an exquisite rose.
The reflection in the river is crystalline and sweet, it abides by the directives of hidden, winsome dreams.
I am calm sitting by the water, I trail my fingers shallowly, I wonder to myself, will I grow, will I succeed, what will I need?
What’s internal is enough, my strength and courage, steadfast inklings are sleek, not rough,
the slim possibility of future untoward histories, lay broken, snapped, in the riverbed nearby, moments never again to be seen.
I feel the air well inside my chest, as I take in everything truthful and freeing, nothing encumbering, no lying, no deceiving, I just need to be powerful in these moments to succeed, to stand my ground, to fight for what will cause my heart and mind to positively careen, amazement all around.
I try to light the way for myself, only me at the present, for myself I can only take responsibility, but maybe in the future I’ll brighten the paths of others, allowing them to feel illumination from my positive attitude and candour.
I smile and I dance into my path of least resistance, of least duress, the lantern which dangles from my wrist is warming, and comforting, no less.
It shines so brightly it sears my eyes, I have to be careful not to glance at it for too long, it provides me ample light to distinguish the darkness from the path ahead, and promising me relief at last.
There is pride in following a path of truth, there is great merit in exploring one’s past as well as their humble heart and mind, within their corporal home, swimming spirituality imbues,
and there is magic in progressing forward and in the knowing, that I will continue to create, to make, to attain, to not have to again hide myself from the world, having to refrain.
Refraining from shining is old news, now is the time to explore the inner strength, fortitude, strident being that I am.
I tried to light the way for myself, but now I feel strong enough to take on the responsibility of assisting and guiding others, perhaps I can be their mentor, perhaps they can in turn mentor me, and in a circle of knowledge we will dance and feel joyous, so happy, inextricably.
You have it within you. The ability to push through, with determination, with resolve, with power, without the assistance of another.
You can do it, brother, sister, you can achieve these goals. You can achieve your goals, even with extenuating circumstances, don’t you know?
Though sadness, lack of resolve, impatience may linger, cast these aside, because, you know, they are of an indelicate picture, instead fulfil yourself with the richness of scarlet reds, of peacock and cobalt blues, ceruleans, crimson, yellow, yellow, bright sunshine to view.
Embrace the moment when your mind says, “I have had enough” of this negativity, which not only swarmed, but threatened to cause you to leave, the perpetual darkness that was present, looming yet sinister and dormant within your soul. Those parts of you which you do not show, and neither speak of, it’s not time to be gawked at, stared at, it is instead time to achieve and heal.
And heal you may, you will, you’ll achieve so much because I know you’re going to put your mind to it and your heart and soul in it, and soon enough, in the blink of an eye, I’ll see your name in lights, and the fluttering butterflies in my belly will keep soaring, they last only three days, but damn, let them make the most of it.
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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