PUT YOUR WORDS TO PAPER

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Poetry and trauma
Do they go hand in hand?
Writing out our feelings
To help others understand.
Attempting to solve our problems
To meet all of life's demands.
Trying to live our best lives
According to God's plans.

The things that people write
Never cease to amaze me!
Their pure imagination
And gifted creativity!
Displaying their emotions
For all the world to see.
Reading all their words
Keeps me in constant reverie!

So happy when I write
And attempt to self express.
I will try to share more often
I will give more, not give less.
Please give it a try
It will help you decompress.
Life is meant to be enjoyed
And not be so full of stress.

So put your words to paper
And you will feel more blessed.
I promise it can help you
More than you can guess.     
Start a writing journal
And you will be impressed.
No one's here to judge you
You just do your best.
You will start to feel much lighter
And life will have more zest!

Poetry Written By:

Eryn Dunbar



Comments

Ryan said…
My eyes welled up while reading this Eryn. Thank you for expressing exactly how you encouraged me to cultivate this creative path. It's something I have an inate knack for and would have never known existed if it wern't for you. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
November 14, 2024 at 5:44 PM
Justice13james said…
Lovely depth and reaching , encouraging follow each other through our healing, hurting and celebrations.
November 14, 2024 at 6:01 PM
Eryona Writes! said…
No need to thank me, RYRY, your gift would have shown itself to us lucky readers eventually! What a blessing you have been to the writing world!!! ♥️🤗
November 15, 2024 at 9:13 AM
Eryona Writes! said…
Thank you, JJ! ♥️♥️♥️
November 15, 2024 at 9:14 AM
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