strength – Page 2 – Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Poem: Your Tower – 17/09/20

Lost connections,
fallen by the wayside,
the electricity which surged,
now plundered of pride,

hypocrisy which seems to glimmer
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 the truth?
Walking away,
time to rebuild without dismay.

Sometimes stronger on your own,
perched in a tower,
the only being there to recognise
your humble throne,
you are strong, despite it all,
you can achieve comfort,
consideration, quietly, Queen,
you know,
your silent goals.

Strenuous may be the thought processes
where you dance with indecisiveness,
but know you are the maker of
your own fate,
don’t forget your heart,
little lady,
for it may become too late.

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September 17, 2020

Poem: Brave – 20/08/20

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 friends and family,
to not allow yourself to crumble within,
to take everything within your stride,
to face this with a smile,
a smirk, a grin.
 
To be brave is to research absolutely everything,
to be most informed means to be most prepared
for if all the details and statistics are known,
does this not mean a more intelligible road?
 
You are brave --
I can hear and see the positivity
in your words and eyes,
not once have I seen a tear shed,
body curled in suffering or misery within your bed,
and most certainly it’s because I know
that for you, yourself,
you understand you must be strong.
 
To make it through this with positivity and hope,
there is hope you’ll get through it soon enough,
this is the means through which you cope.
 
We are here for you at every turn,
here to offer calming cups of warm water,
or offer company, to sit quietly,
you bravely speak with close others
of the path ahead
as though its nothing,
nothing to worry about,
because you, you know you will mend.
 
There is only brokenness within,
and it’s a physical not mental state,
I never see any signs of mental suffering,
perhaps you hide it away from me,
expel it softly in your room when it becomes very late.
 
But for your journey,
you have no need to prove that you are brave
because I already know it
and now I’m truly seeing it,
you will make it through this storm,
you’ll become right as rain.

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Poem: Soaring Wings – 23/07/20

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 by our world,
to be wildly amazed.
 
To permit an understanding
without verbose explanation,
a few words here and there,
sprinkled, like grated dark chocolate,
the taste of the experience is subtle yet permeates,
if an expression, perhaps it’d glare,
though never with hate.
 
And the ability to while away their time with descriptions
that don’t care to leave another's eyes confined,
well, this is true artistry, this is spoken truth,
our wings soar, they will always fly upon the wind,
we will gently rise and of this world expound and find,
we will transform,
as literary dragons, we will roar.

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Poem: A Meandering Path – 14/07/20

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,
but with strength and
well-formed experiences,
they’re settled,
they’re silver, poetry and prose,
platinum and palladium,
I need not worry about golden views.
 
For the kingdom which beckons
and calls out my name,
from Future’s path
winding path to it from which I came,
it is modest,
it is small,
but perfect for me
and my quiet heart alone.
 
I’ve plucked the fruits
from the trees,
scrambled past brambles and briars
where curious-eyed rabbits rest,
awaiting me,
but within my kingdom,
is something only which I know of its name.
 
It is Freedom,
personal freedom,
to be as I wish and I will,
 
he’s a powerful soldier,
he’s waited for years,
and now, we are linked,
acceptance all the same.
 
I’m surprised he knows
me by name,
an excited fan’s moment,
mutual admiration
as he explains,
 
“I waited many years for you,
for your heart and courage
to expand,
as the entity I am,
you need not hold
my hand,
 
but you have arrived,
you’ll understand this more
as you continue growing on your journey,
your path.”
 
I smile to myself, I have my match,
he is here presenting a viewpoint,
offering what my path can be,
his freedom, my freedom, I could firmly grasp,
 
but then I realise,
I am already free,
because I have travelled near and far,
and to this Future, and seen what I have seen.
 
Thus, I will return to the present,
with this knowledge that now, not with time,
I already possess the courage and freedom
to live my life,

with honesty, strength and courage,
no one possesses my life other than me,
I am who I am,
I am alive, I am free.

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