Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: I Do Not Exist, I Live – 15/02/21

    Poem: I Do Not Exist, I Live – 15/02/21

    Sing to myself, I will this day, 
    there is nothing to perturb me, 
    my worries they have been laid away. 

    I do not exist, I live, 
    broadly speaking I experience, 
    I take, I give, 
    my heart yearns for nothing, 
    I am complete because I’ve accepted the truth of myself,
    I’m growing more comfortable in my skin. 

    Strength comes from knowing who I am, 
    visions come from planning through resilience, 
    I am no longer weakness walking, 
    the insecurities forthcoming, 
    I do not rely on another to complete or fix me, 
    the notion of this unsettles me. 

    Because, being independent mentally, 
    and emotionally, shall we say,
    it is, in itself something wondrous to look upon after
    endless helpless days, 
    I won’t suffer, I won’t be useless with myself, 
    I have courage and ardour, 
    I’ve grown and I don’t need another to leap in 
    to take me as their prize 
    when I’ve worked so hard to develop myself
    for years, not days. 

    © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. 
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  • Poem: Delicate – 01/01/21

    Poem: Delicate – 01/01/21

    Perhaps some are meant to be
    apart for a while,
    to allow distance and the ability for
    truth to no longer be real.

    Imagination reigns without truth,
    what is that person seeing, feeling,
    what will they do,
    thoughts of them, I should really be
    immensely and measurably through.

    Delicate interventions,
    reaching out in a moment,
    wondering is no longer wondering
    because now there’s an
    ability to slightly see,

    Are there differences to be observed,
    are they selective,
    there to be heard?
    I know there are some changes,
    waiting to be discovered and learned.

    Brightened are they,
    with each moment they are heard,
    loneliness could have overwhelmed,
    must have caused great dismay,

    but I must tread delicately,
    not flit around too flashily or fancily,
    too much attention drawn could cause cracks to be seen and
    cause future suffering.

    (c) 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

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  • Poem: Letting It Go – 29/12/20

    Poem: Letting It Go – 29/12/20

    Let us ride the waves of misery
    but away, away from the blight,
    allow us to shine with the knowledge of
    that mystery,
    as we approach each other in the dead of night.

    And let us have that embrace
    which has been awaiting us for oh so many years,
    let me feel that heartbeat of yours
    and detract from all my old fears.

    Please let me wash away the hurt
    that I feel within my soul,
    let it rain, let it rain,
    and rinse away the suffering,
    let the pain fade away,
    delicately away,
    it shall dissipate,
    let it go.

    (c) 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

  • Poem: Bejeweled – 08/12/20

    Poem: Bejeweled – 08/12/20

    I am unsure,
    but I have achieved my goal,
    a glint, and a glint, a smile,
    oh, how I shan’t actually fall.

    I have created some light
    amongst some gloom,
    glow, glow, glow, darling,
    this is none too soon.

    Independent moments and
    useless nerves,
    worrisome,
    why had I concerned myself with the
    fear of explosions
    and bombing of words around my heart
    but then…

    I am accepted for what I’ve done,
    even though it is not approved,
    I am being viewed as my age,
    and decisions are mine for me to make,
    triumph and gratitude,
    there’s not much left to say.

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  • Poem: Facade – 13/10/20

    Poem: Facade – 13/10/20

    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 is steady recovery,
    and within the walls of a bravely beating,
    fighter’s heart drums the strength and courage
    equivalent to many.

    It’s no secret to a small group of others,
    the facts have been divulged and shared,
    the pain, the initial distraught,
    the distress, the load,
    amongst those trusted, those close,

    and we’ve kept the secret quiet from
    the majority of others,
    it’s a will that must be done,
    must be respected,
    like a healing wound, to be carefully covered.

    There is no shame in what is occurring,
    no need to hide behind hands,
    to be embarrassed about anything,
    but there is no need for a public fight,
    it is a battle, yes,
    but to carry the courage within and muster the strength
    to keep repairing is preferable to do so in privacy.

    So, allow us the facade,
    allow us the truth, too,
    allow us to share and hide what that special someone
    is going through,
    because with time,
    they’ll repair, great and strong,
    and rise, and rise with wings of triumph,
    back to the stead of life where they belong.

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  • Poem: Tendrils – 10/10/20

    Poem: Tendrils – 10/10/20

    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,
    understanding to be,
    our knowing,
    our feelings,
    no reservations to see.

    We shake the tendrils,
    we loosen our concerns,
    we live, we accept,
    we delve into worldliness,
    we learn,

    following the advice of
    those possessing a higher power,
    being grateful for
    what’s enclosing,
    encapsulating ourselves,
    our closeness,
    our solidarity,
    strength with others.

    So, embrace the freedom
    of these cascading curls,
    watch them shimmer
    and shine,
    glimmer as we twirl,

    we’re not meant for discomfort;
    reflect, shine –
    that dulled away pain?

    Twirling curls around out pointer fingers,
    some might mistake us as vain.

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  • Poem: New Beginnings – 05/10/20

    Poem: New Beginnings – 05/10/20

    With new beginnings comes new struggles,
    everything seems somewhat 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,
    all you wanted was to do was learn.

    It’s been so many years,
    you don’t know how to navigate,
    but it is new,
    it is different,
    please be kind to yourself,

    you can take the time to retrain,
    to understand the system,
    it shouldn’t be so difficult,
    in the end
    others have performed these tasks
    themselves with their own forms of wisdom,
    and so can you, too.

    What is life without struggles,
    what is personal growth without
    a degree of discomfort,
    the initial stretch of yourself
    to be become a better person
    often begins with some form
    of duress.

    And what say you to running away
    from it all,
    hiding your head in the sand
    or under a rock,
    no, that is for people who give up
    on challenges,
    and you’re not one of these
    people,
    that trait is nowhere to be seen
    within you.

    So, strengthen yourself,
    understand that you must troupe on,
    begin the fight,
    begin the process of relearning and
    carrying on
    because you’ve committed to it,
    and this is the right thing to do,

    be proud of where you are now,
    at the beginning,
    where it will all restart,
    the journey,
    the journey,
    another one is commencing at last.

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  • Poem: Lantern – 04/10/20

    Poem: Lantern – 04/10/20

    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.

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  • Poem: Rolling Waves and Green Pastures – 02/10/20

    Poem: Rolling Waves and Green Pastures – 02/10/20

    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,
    this is truth.

    I am relaxing in my moments,
    I am sinking in the hay,
    I am enjoying the fresh wind,
    the air,
    the breeze,
    it softens me,
    I smile to myself,
    and I wish that I could stay.

    I am at one with this world,
    I am becoming the strength I’ve long searched for,
    what I’ve needed,
    what I’ve come to depend upon others for,
    but now I am powerful,
    and I can ride those waves as though upon a creature
    battling the crests,
    with magical chimes and
    announcements sounding all around
    that I have arrived.

    I am profound,
    or at least, I believe I am,
    I hear these sounds,
    I take in the smiles,
    the welcoming body language and calls
    of my family,
    from the land, the water,
    the pastures,
    oh, such wanted sounds.

    I am accepted,
    but more importantly,
    I am accepting myself finally,
    I am here,
    in mind, body and spirit,
    finally,
    as one, not separate entities,

    and off the cuff,
    I compose gentle words in my mind
    as I watch the waves
    rise and fall,

    my heart,
    my mind,
    my presence,
    I will accept myself,
    flaws and all.

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  • Poem: Coming Home – 01/10/20

    Poem: Coming Home – 01/10/20

    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 wish she’d know this.

    Coming home, shall she return to our arms,
    our welcoming this day?
    An outpouring of comfort,
    of care, concern,
    our desire to attend to all her needs,
    come what may.

    She has provided for us all,
    she has lived her life in willing servitude
    to ensure we have been given the
    best possible upbringing,
    and now is time to return the loving kindness,
    we are always here for you, Mother,
    please know this.

    Beckon and call as much as you please,
    we will be here to listen, give,
    whatever you need,
    if you request hours of rest,
    we’ll allow you that, too,
    even if we want to be close to you.

    To hear your wise words,
    your perspective on the world,
    your advice,
    your experiences,
    your frustrations, fears,
    pains,
    future dreams,

    I am all ears,
    I am here, willing to be,
    here for you,
    listening,
    in whole, not part,
    in all,
    everything.

    Let us roll away the painful headaches,
    the sorrows,
    the calamities within our minds,
    let us deal with the blow upon blow
    because progress is on the horizon,
    future brightness is what we like.

    Allow us to understand that we are on
    this journey together,
    that we will make it through with each other,
    there’s not much to understand further,
    we will fight this battle together.

    Thank you for everything,
    I hope strong Father returns home today
    accompanied by my brave, courageous mother.

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