Armor vs Sword



Sometimes the same person can be both.



Goodbyes are hard

the last hug

the voice a memory

the last sentence in a series

It hurts most when it goes beyond words

when they’ve let go of the journey

when they’re not looking back

Goodbyes wrinkle the heart

that’s why hello takes so much courage


MJ Abraham


*In honor of the horrific terrorist attacks made on this beautiful city November 13, 2015*

She’s a showcase full of beauty

that reaches such great heights

a place where thousands visit

naming her “The City of Lights”

Yet on a Friday, in November

a sadness fills her heart

to see that evil  still exists

and seems to be the start

As the fear grows all around her

in the shadows people hide

backing up into their homes

and holding hands, they cry

Her eyes grow too heavy

to hold the teardrops in

and watch her children suffer

the way that humanity sometimes did

While her spirit turns the lights off

around the world support has grown

for we find in times of terror

we don’t have to stand alone.

MJ Abraham

Five Senses Inspired Poetry


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When I did the first one (hearing), it was just a short poem inspired by what it feels like (or should feel like) when the love of your life calls out your name: with admiration, respect, and love. The more I went back to look at it, the more I thought I could make this a theme if I try to get all the five senses. Not all of them were easy (smell <– already sounds gross LOL) but I did each of them nonetheless and finished the last one tonight. Now off to think of another theme… The Seven Deadly Sins, perhaps? 😉

Which one is your favorite?


A wild, fiery current

She was the kind of elegance

That would never tarnish.

A mixture of lace and mesh,

Like a classic heirloom that begged to be worn.

She was sharp intellect and quick wit.

The type of woman that spoke her mind,

Even if it shook.

(Or even if no one was listening.)

She was beautiful.

But not someone you’d see in magazines,

Her hips were too wide, her hair a mess of wispy tendrils,

(Rather, she was actually very ordinary.)

My, was she stubborn! She’d drive you mad!

(Sometimes, you’d probably call her crazy.)

But mostly, her laughter was a joyful moments.

Like a warm towel fresh from the dryer,

Or finding a twenty-dollar bill in your winter coat.

And that was the true revelation.

That magic does exist,

It ran through her like a wild, fiery current.image

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* Author’s Note *

This isn’t the first poem I write but it is the first one I decide to share as “an author” and on social media. It’s also one of my personal favorites. It’s not inspired by anyone in particular, but there’s something about it that reminds me a little of every one I know. Everyone woman I admire. None of us are perfect but all of us are fierce.