Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
Brightness, wholesome, warmth. Everything because. Everything near. Everything far. I mend and stitch and fail because that chasm need not fixing; it’s meant less darned, more gaping, it does not need my solving. This situation is no longer my responsibility, I listen carefully, hark at the words, [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Lost connections, fallen by the wayside, the electricity which surged, now plundered of pride, hypocrisy seems glimmering at the door, I wonder what was intended, and were the relationships meant to be more? Tainted by disconnect, lacking in joinery and glue, once so potent, alienated – by choice? Is this truth? [...]
This is dedicated to my mother. To be brave means to ignore that knot in your stomach, to fight its twists and turns, to be resilient within oneself, to know all will be fine even if there’s a chance it won’t. To be brave is to put on that face of strength for your [...]
We spread our wings each time we share, we spread ourselves feather-tip to feather-tip, we open ourselves up, we tweet, we sing, with soaring pitches, we dare. We allow insight into our hearts and minds, our light that’s dimmed we make bright, to smile unto another’s confused face, and make them feel utterly compelled [...]
Meandering, I take a walk down Future’s Lane, to view what’s on offer, what goodies can I take? To pluck from the bushes, to gather from the trees, elegant prizes which await me, I need not beg, nor lower myself to my knees. For my future seems rich, not with pennies or gold, [...]
