Truth in Fear

The glaring red signal beams.
It stares at me and waits.
Knowing I'll eventually cave.
Cave into the demand it makes.

Determined to ignore the call.
Focusing my attention on anything.
Something other than the sound.
Of all that tells me to look.

See the chaos that wants to unfold.
Watch the wall come crashing down.
Feel the weight of the wave.
That wants to drown me whole.

Running seemed a good choice.
Heart pounding in my ears.
I don't dare look back on.
The presence so close behind.

I feel the hot breath on my neck.
The towering image of it's shadow.
Feel it reaching out to grab a hold.
Tears prick at the corners.

How long can I continue to run?
The question comes unannounced.
Is it worth running forever?
Questions I don't want to answer.

Is my willpower strong enough?
To outlast my endurance.
Will my stamina keep up with.
The need to avoid the inevitable.

My strength begins to wane.
My steps start to slow.
My heart pounds even faster.
I'm close to hyperventilation.

The shaking has slowly begun.
Hands; first to show their weakness.
Knees; following suit in fear.
The body has betrayed me now.

I close my eyes seeking strength.
The power to will my body to turn.
To face the presence waiting behind.
It looms over me as if mocking.

Taking a very long, deep breath.
Swallowing down the bile rising.
Willing the racking chills to stop.
My body has chosen to listen.

I start by standing up straight.
Squaring my shoulders proud.
Preparing for what's to come.
I turn to face my fears.

 Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©

Tale of the Heart

When the world is full of life.
Feeling all the wonders there are.
Everything was pure and without strife.
Nothing could possibly become grey.

Making it by very much unscathed.
This heart beating inside.
It's been safeguarded by many.
Many walls hold all well away.

Floating around in this bubble.
Cocooned from the terrors beyond.
Beyond the walls that are there.
Nothing can break through the barrier.

Until one day - something does.
It rang through and true.
A beating heart to match it's own.
The unmistakable sound of brilliance.

Light made all the whiter.
Life made all the richer.
Love no longer confined behind.
Behind these walls heavily guarded.

Laughter filled the air around.
Happiness began to surround.
The hidden looks filled with nervousness.
This seemed like something much more.

More than the fairy-tales read.
More than imaginings inside ones head.
Much more than all that had been said.
One could not deny the truth.

Until the truth became uncovered.
Horror filled the heart that was bright.
The pangs of disbelief grew stronger.
Wracking this body raw.

This was more than sadness.
The weight of all that had been.
Hung heavy upon the shoulders.
Now sagged from caring so much.

Loneliness creeps in like a thief.
Stalking around with it's empty hands.
Feeding on the self-doubt and fear.
Haunted eyes stare ahead blankly.

The heaviness of the events gone by.
Lie broken and cold underneath.
As this body lays frozen inside.
Inside for not a soul to see.

The walls are slowly rebuilt with time.
For time moves on by despite it all.
Taking no notice to the pain.
Of those living on borrowed time.

All previous barriers have been fortified.
Made all the stronger than before.
Surely none can scale beyond these walls.
Of a heart that's long been broken.

 Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©

A New Day

Floating on the edge of consciousness.
Light filtered through lashes.
Unable to fully open.
To the buzzing of life that surrounds.

Luminescence fills every corner.
Telling of a new cycle of life.
All tears from what was before.
Have been left behind once more.

The serenity that fills the room.
Is a reflection of what's inside.
It's never been felt until now.
A time to reminisce is past.

The cares of what has been.
No longer hold any weight.
Here where life is renewed.
The present is the perfect gift.

Beauty is found in simplicity.
Stunning in it's intricacy.
It winds it's way through and through.
Until it's found it's place to stay.

Assurance of what could be.
Undertaking what will come.
Time is but a fickle friend.
Merely waiting for your determination.

Finding the strength from failure.
Takes on a larger task.
Making way for the strong-willed.
In this life ever changing.


 Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©

The Cure

(So I found this poem among my drafts, didn't realize I had finished it and didn't publish it.)


Bound to silence with such.
Fighting all that's inside.
Struggling to find willpower.
To keep all well hidden.

If one should know.
Would surely be troublesome.
For not but one,
But many.

We lie in wait.
For what we do not know.
We laugh and cry.
For what they cannot show.

Trapped are we in this.
Drawn out in such state.
Fearing the possibility.
Of the coming of hate.

Surely the world will find.
A cure is sure to come.
To fight off this infection.
Rooted deep inside.

None can loose the deep.
The waters so encased.
Locked so deep inside.
I have never faced.

Found have they a cure.
For this rooted mess.
They tell me this.
There is but one test.

Struggling to the surface.
Fearing the sound of failure.
Fighting even stronger.
To win this cure.

Fight for life.
Fight for love.
Fight to win.
Fight for freedom.


Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©

A letter to Mother

There's a moment in time where I stop.
Stop to think about the amazing things.
Those things that you did for me.
To make me into the person I am today.

There's isn't enough "I love you's".
Not enough to fully express myself.
To thank you for being there for me,
But here's another one just in case.

I love you for being my confidant.
I love you for listening when I needed it.
I love you for the silence when I need it.
I will always love you to the moon and back.

I know I don't always say it out loud.
I hope I at least express it through action.
There isn't a mother more deserving of that love.
Perhaps I'm just a little biased, because you're mine.

You're the mother who gave me knowledge.
You're the mother who gave me the drive to succeed.
You're the mother that helped me through everything.
Thank you for being my mother.

If there was a medal for mother of the century.
I would give that award to you.
Again I know I'm being slightly biased,
But anyone who says different, Well...

Thank you for being my support.
Thank you for being patient,
At least most of the time.
And thank you for laughing at that.

I may not always buy you flowers,
Because you feel they're a waste.
I hope you know I think about getting you them.
At least the thought counts for something.

This poem could go on and on.
About what an awesome mother you are.
Let me end it here and merely say.
I love you forever and always.


Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©

The Traveling Soul

A soul travels along an unknown path.
There are no markings to give notice.
Where this path might take them.
It's unknown to those who've been before.

Fog blurs the vision of what's ahead.
Giving only sight to right in front.
Don't extend your hand to see.
You might lose sight completely.

Walking at a tempered pace.
One would assume there's naught.
No rush to quicken the steps.
Taking them down this unseen path.

How long; they murmur to none.
Because not one can hear.
None can hear, because none are there.
There; where path leads to nowhere.

"Why do you travel, Traveler?
Is there meaning to your journey?"
The pebbles seem to say; in unison.
Yet the soul stays silent in turn.

"What is the purpose to your steps?
Why do you press on forever?"
The fog whispers quietly.
Yet the soul does not reply.

There seems no purpose to this quest.
The query has gone unanswered.
The steps seems aimless in their gait.
There seems no end in sight.

The path becomes more narrow.
As time stretches on: it seems,
As if by some mad design,
There's a test near to come.

"If you could but see ahead,
I'm sure you would be more wise."
Murmured the grass in hush.
"NO!", shouted the wandering soul.

Steps halted upon loosed pebbles.
Breath puffing out amidst heavy fog.
Grass silently swishing to and fro.
"I must not see." spoke the soul, hastily.

"I must not see further up the path.
I can only see what's in front of me.
Only harm will come from seeing,
Knowing what's further beyond."

The soul puts feet in motion again.
Taking to the silence now felt.
No whispers can be heard.
Though silenced, they will test again.


Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©

The Female Mind

To understand the female brain.
I've heard this said by many.
I find it rather humorous.
That one would want to dive beyond.

Beyond the intensity that is our mind.
Beyond the thoughts that make us, us.
Beyond what makes us who we are.
What's most hilarious, is this.

The thought that the female mind.
Is some complex math problem.
Needing a PhD to understand.
What any woman could translate.

Yes, I find this all a bit funny.
That one could assume this much.
That by knowing the female mind.
You have unlocked some great mystery.

I'm sorry to state the obvious.
Though I'm sure any woman could tell you.
The female mind is just this.
Nothing special or hard to understand.

Simply solving the problem that is our brain.
Will not help in understanding.
Every female is not the same.
We are not some cookie cutter form.

I cannot solve this great mystery for you.
Simply because, I am not every woman.
I am only me.
And she is only she.

Though we may seem emotional creatures.
We are stronger than some men.
In that we can endure extreme pain.
But love all the same.

Though we may break under pressure.
Like diamonds, we come back harder.
Through pain, hurt and despair we cry.
Our tears will eventually wash away.

Faced with fear, we tremble underneath.
What you see, is a stoic, brave mask.
Not letting those close know.
But forward we march instead.

We smile sometimes when we don't want to.
We laugh although we may hurt.
We move on, when we'd rather stay,
Curl up and cry for a long while.

I cannot speak for every lady.
Because I am only me.
Though similar we may all be.
A woman is more than her looks.

Scoffed by some for simply being.
What some would call "A Typical".
I will tell you this.
You should not judge, before you know.

We are the product of our experiences.
Much the same as you.
Just because I have a female mind.
Doesn't impair my general understanding.

I hope in this you've come away.
With something more than,
Understanding than before.
Even though I cannot speak for most.

 

Copyright 2018 Lauren Hall ©