Poem: Cheer Girl – 19/10/19

 She cheers for me,
She cheers for you,
She’s there standing by the side lines
When we are down and blue.
 
She encourages us
To be the best that we can
She calls out motivation and speaks of
Our inner and outward strengths.
 
When we stumble
If we fall,
She’s roaring now,
She’s having a ball!
 
She screams for us to keep on going,
That we can perform what we wish to be
Our dreams must be ongoing
Her voice she does not think of saving.
 
And then from the side lines
She now rushes onto the court
Holding our bodies then raising us up
 
She swings us round and round
Like children on the Hills hoist
And reminds us to enjoy our lives
In all our successes,
Failures,
And future joy.

© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.


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Poetry and Prose: Fractured – 09/10/19

Just because you’re fractured does not mean you’re falling apart. The pieces cracked, aged and suffering may in actual fact be a sign that you are needing to rearrange your heart, your mind, to replace into your hollows your startled, staring eyes. It doesn’t hurt to begin. There is no better moment than now to start.

Pick the pieces up from the floor, scattered there, left to right, abstract in motion, lying there, uncaring, when in reality they are waiting for you to pick them, to hear their whispers so softly spoken. Begging you to place them back into the right spots, to recomplete the image that is softening and full of love, yet vibrant and striking also, because you, you are the truest individual. You broke at a time when your name was being called the most. The pressure smashed you into tiny pieces on the floor, but you are still here, grappling, grasping at the pieces, while you are desperately on your knees. Don’t forget that completion and contentment can come from a harrowing experience, murmuring velveteen words at your ears as you cajole the irresponsible pieces back into place.

Fractured you might feel, fractured you may even be, but knowing that breakage is commonplace is the first step in retracing where each fragment should have been; each crack to shoulder or interlace one another until you once more regain your sense of self, and become that quiet but proud king or queen.

© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.


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Poem: Finding Your Footing – 05/10/19

 There may be occasions where you’ve lost your footing, 
in fact, many times, possibly.
Where your legs and feet scrabble for a holding,
a firmer footing, to cease the potential of falling deep, deep below.

When your heart is almost in your mouth,
the fear is palatable, tastes of thick iron rust,
the bloodied mess that is your broken organ,
still beating, but a complete and utter mess.

There may be occasions where you slip and fall,
into the abyss of the great unknown,
speaking of darkness and unsureness
and times of great distress and unknowing.

These, my friends, are occasions which enable learning,
where you can take what you will from the putrid or frightening moments,
and make of them something worthwhile,
a learning process where you drag yourselves up
and out of the murky dark.

The strength of character displayed from
when you fall and how you pick ourselves up demonstrates a
certain strong will and determination
that I know you must be proud of possessing.

Because darlings, I know that you can make it
through these pains, these issues,
You’ve done it before,
And you can do it again.
Just listen to your aching heart and plaster it with bandages of courage;
You’ll make it in the end.  

© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.


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