One Decision that is Yours Alone

On November 11, 2024November 10, 2024 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry, Recordings97 Comments

I see the tears rolling, slowly,
but with purpose.
Will you let me dry them?
Your invisible scars are as visible
as words of anguish in your eyes.
But there is no room for shame
even though time swiftly moves
while memories remain.

No, you don’t know me well,
and I can’t relate to the nightmare
that stole your self-worth,
and we haven’t exchanged
a friendly conversation over tea,
but you can trust me.
I only wish you kindness
in your unfair moments of nothingness.

Please don’t let your soul accept blame –
fingers point in one direction,
and the compass lies in the palm
of your hand, leaving blisters of terror
as evidence.
I’ll help you pick up the pieces
from your shattered heart.
I’m not afraid of a cut.
If you’ll let me be your glue,
I’ll fit them gently back together.

You wear the mask beautifully
because you are beautiful,
but isn’t it time to let it fall
to the earth like a raindrop?
To heal cracks on the inside
and approach life on the outside?

Allow your soul to sing
with melodies of celebration.
Allow your soul to dance in elation,
for you have walked through hell,
felt the burn beneath your feet,
but you have reached the other side
and welcomed the reassurance of light.

You have one decision that is yours alone.
No one will take it away…
so how do you want the world to see you?

Hugs, Lauren ❤️

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Anticipating Ms. Autumn

On September 1, 2024September 2, 2024 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry, Prose, Recordings89 Comments

Happy September! I welcome the new season upon us in a few weeks with wide open arms! This summer has been stressful, and much too hot for too many consecutive days. So, cooler temps, come our way!
And on that note, Ms. Autumn has something to say…

I am not bashful. In fact, I tell it like it is, and I am thrilled that my cue for moving into your lives is coming up around the corner! In quiet moments, I reminisce on the good times when you express your oohs and aahs as I make my entrance. How I gracefully arrive donning pomegranate reds, cinnamon browns, and citrine yellows. Energy buzzes like a walk on the red carpet – a highly anticipated moment, so I have heard.

My sweet fragrance beautifies a stroll around the neighborhood. My cool touch refreshes, replacing summer’s harsh existence. And I am aware that Mr. Summer’s mood this year has been exceptionally unsympathetic toward you, my humans whom I adore!

Now regarding my work, I labor with patience and diligence – brush in hand and paint by my side to create a vibrant landscape. Lovely memories as vivid as the colors of my wardrobe…
memories of yesteryear before Mr. Raging Fire barged in, disrupting the balance of the nature of seasons.

Now, each year, a sense of dread crushes that sought-after anticipation of my arrival. And yet, defeat has not prevailed. This new reality only advises that my effort must toughen up…paint and brush lie in wait at my fingertips. The artist deep within will continue to create for you who appreciate the very essence of me.

❤️💜💙🩵🧡

The Old Afghan (with audio)

On May 9, 2022 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry, Recordings39 Comments

Each purl stitch was interlaced
with love from the touch
of her gentle hands.
She, the teacher,
me, the student,
as our bodies
sank into the big sofa
checkered in a
seventy’s palette.

For a new teen,
my love for her
went unmeasured.
Now, fully immersed
in motherhood
after three decades,
the mom role is
clear as plate glass,
how heart and mind
require flexibility,
the juggling
of many hats.

Her wisdom mingles
with my thoughts
so often that I whisper,
“I get it, Mom.”
Teardrops of love
struggle for freedom,
grief clutches at my heart.

Autumn browns, reds,
yellows, and oranges
from that afghan
warmed memories
over the years,
but at some point,
my novice knitwork
must have slipped a stitch
because those warm shades
unraveled through the seasons,
crafting a hole in the center
that mirrors the chasm in my heart
from missing her.

Lauren Scott (c) 💗

Blue Sky

On October 22, 2013October 24, 2013 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry, Recordings41 Comments

My eyes are open now

and they see life’s pattern

has changed

I’m sorry I stayed in the sand

forever, it seemed

but the truth is clear as can be

in my lovely blue sky

and I will move on

because I’m ready to fly

(Poem is fiction in the present,
but true from the past)

Photo: Google images

Longing

On September 4, 2013 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry, Recordings, Writing33 Comments

My mind won’t rest
with you in my dreams
and the breeze outside
my window
singing a wistful tune
under the spell
of the moon
and when I wake
at dawn
you rise with the sun
you’re in everything
I do
and all that’s been
done in my day
Oh, how I’m missing you

Recording of “I Loved You”

On September 1, 2013September 4, 2013 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry, Recordings42 Comments

Hello Everyone,

I’m stepping out of my comfort zone, so please be nice! 🙂
My voice sounds different to me recorded,
but I thought this would be something fun to try…
This poem is from January, when I returned
after taking a break for a few months.
Many of you have already read it,
but I hope you enjoy this audio version, as well.