Hello

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

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#PrayforParis

*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

The Writer & the Reader

Let me tell you of the writers
That you say are fairly odd
What you fail to understand
Is that everyone is flawed
That while the writer tends to bleed
in layers of black ink
when you enter in their mind
They are giving you a link
To a world of make believe
Where imagination always flows
a place to seek sanctuary
where knowledge only grows
It’s not hard to see the reason
That there’s magic on a page
And why not everyone can keep
Their heart locked in a cage
So I dare you to let go
And be captured by the stream
It doesn’t cost to listen
It doesn’t cost to dream
Should you feel you’d rather stay
With a taste that’s rather bland
I will wait here in a world
That only readers understand

How can you…

How can you say you love me
when you’ve never seen me cry?
when you’ve never heard the pieces
that keep breaking up inside

Or when the sky is dark and I’m restless in my bed
will you be the one to whisper
that the sun will rise ahead?

You’ve never seen the battle scars
that lay across my skin
the price I paid for love, and a joy that grew within

Sometimes the weight I carry
isn’t always feather light
will you pick it up and stand up straight,
brave against the fight?

There’s always room for fun and laughs
and a beauty to keep warm
but I’d never sail away with you
if you can’t survive the storm.