Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
There’s the facade that everything’s okay. We walk our neighbourhood route, acting naturally, smiling as our arms sway. But there’s a hidden secret, it’s kept close, away from prying eyes, the facade we hide behind, that nothing is astray or awry within our lives. Behind closed doors is suffering, but behind the walls so too [...]
In winding tendrils of blonde and brunette, we wrap ourselves and smile as we get the feeling of warmth, the feeling of comfort, the fortifications of hearts well meant. The curls which cascade upon our backs, the heaviness and bounciness of waves heaven-sent, angelic are we, our knowing, [...]
With new beginnings comes new struggles, everything somewhat seems unfamiliar and disconcerting because you’re away from normal calm, and closer to the potential for failure and sorrows. You don’t know how to proceed, how to process, who to turn to, it used to be the norm, now the situation is alien to you, and here you are, [...]
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 [...]
Rolling waves in my mind pass by, sumptuous, decadent, tidal, in their own time, I smile to myself as I feel the ebb and the flow of my thoughts travel singularly then as one, a conglomeration of multitudes, my will, coming along so beautifully, they could temporarily stun. This is my time, my springtime of my middle youth, where I have now grown and prematurely gone to pasture and I am taking in all I can [...]
Coming home, returning to that comfort, grasping onto something that will make her feel some level of homeliness. Away for a time, in a foreign place, alone, mostly, far from loved ones. Recovering, recovering, she’s been so strong thus far, we're so proud of her, [...]
I can attempt to suggest, not forcefully, but subtly, allowing another to view from a different perspective. To take into account other angles of a problem and what can be done to cure what is ailing them. If not, altered alleviation can be key to disallowing inner [...]
Doubt niggles at me, pokes and gently prods as though irritating me to look at it. To understand my imperfections, my soul’s tiredness at having to point out these flaws, how did I become I not worthy enough for the Universe? But it’s nothing to do with that, it has everything do with my perception, the way I look up to appreciate the heavens, [...]
Plateaued. Neither high nor low this time. Simply existing as I lie here, my mind blank, strangely it is not a feeling that perturbs or is out of place. It’s just that the noise has stopped, the odd chatter that weaved in and out through my mind as though as slithering snake has calmed itself [...]
Male crickets chirp, signalling their romantic calamity. They know what they are seeking, whom they are aiming to have come into their world. But crickets; crickets, crickets, don’t we downplay their communication, a meaning of nothingness following a comment meant to be poignant or profound. I used to love crickets as a child. I would hunt them for hours on end, following the sounds [...]
