Eryona Writes! Copyright (c) 2024

In The Afterglow I’m sitting in the afterglow of your wicked, raging storm. You tried to break me with the winds, but I have been reborn. You thundered through my open skies, with fury, fire, and rain. You carved your name in lightning just to watch me bend in pain. But here I sit in golden light, still breathing, soft, and strong. You never knew the kind of soul that turns the hurt to song. So take your chaos, leave your ash, I’ve bloomed beyond the flame. I wear the light you meant to steal… And proudly bear my name. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.18.2025

A Year of Drought A boundless chasm Filled with your pain. A year of drought But never rain. Swollen eyes From endless tears. A living nightmare Full of fears. A grief so strong It leaves you weak. A finish to it all Is what you seek. What you crave Is for the pain to end. A way to make Your own heart mend. But some pain lasts Throughout your life. It cuts you deeper Than a knife. It’s your first thought When you wake. Unbearable pain That you can’t shake. But you are stronger Than you realize. There’s steel beneath Your hardened cries. You’ve walked through fire And faced the ache. You somehow lived With each heartbreak. You breathe through pain That doesn’t sleep. You climb a hill That runs too steep. But still you stand, You still endure. And that alone Is something pure. You may not see The strength you show, But even cracked You still can glow. So lift your head Though tears still fall. You’ve risen through The worst of all. This pain may stay But so will grace. There’s fire in Yo...

The Path To My Heart I gave you a map. It led straight to my heart. But you took the paper, And ripped it apart. Did I walk away? No, I lived in the lie. I gave you more chances. I thought you would try. But I guess that my map, Just leads to heartbreak. A pain so damn deep, A chasm of ache. So I’ve made a new map. One just for me. No twists to avoid. It will make me happy. I’ll follow this path. And I’ll take every turn. Till the pain is all gone. And I don’t feel the burn. And I'll reclaim my power. I'll reclaim my light. And I'll finally remember, That I'm worth the fight. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.9.2025

The Seductress You’re not just a writer but a seductress with ink, You put into words what our dirty minds think. Your verses undress us with flicks of your pen, Then tease us to beg you to do it again. A whimper, a rhythm, a sultry soft moan, You tempt every craving with heat in your tone. You conjure desire in sentence and rhyme, A siren of syntax, a mistress of time. With metaphors wicked and stanzas that bite, You make lust feel sacred and shadows feel right. You don’t just write stories… you summon the flame… And we read you with hunger, as we whisper your name. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.19.2025

RELEASE I feel the breeze comb through my hair. The water cleanses my despair. The sand squishes between my toes, As I watch which way the ocean flows. The birds drop low to the water’s edge. A child waves from a windows' ledge. An early morning thunderstorm. A group of girls from their college dorm. The world is waking, soft and slow, With secrets only morning knows. And in this hush, I find my place. A breath, a rhythm, a quiet grace. I pause beneath the open sky. And feel the ache that used to cry, Begin to fade with ocean air… I breathe in hope. Release despair. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.19.2025

Grief Is An Ocean Grief is an ocean. The pain are the waves. You’re surrounded by water. Trapped in it for days. It comes and it goes. It can last your whole life. Millions of ripples. That slice like a knife. It pulls you down in silence. Just when you catch your breath. A current made of memories. A tide that speaks of death. But floating in the sorrow, Are fragments of the past. The laughter and the love, That somehow seem to last. The shoreline feels so distant, But it’s always drawing near. Each tear you cry a compass, To the ones you hold most dear. And though the storm may linger, And salt still stains your skin, You’re learning how to navigate, The aching world within. So let the waters rise and fall. You’ve learned to ride their flow. Grief may never leave you, But you choose the way you grow. For in your chest, a lighthouse, Still bravely dares to burn. A beacon lit by love, For those who won’t return. You might walk with absence, But you don’t walk alone… you’re whole. You c...

  Canva AI Image The Misconception Of Kindness Why do people assume, my kindness is a weakness? Just because I’m nice doesn’t mean I’m full of meekness. I will always be protective, of those for which I care. I won’t allow a single one to get caught in your snare. I would’ve given my last dime, but you chose to deceive. You filled me with so many lies. You thought I would believe. I guess you thought no matter what, that we would always stay. But we’re coming to a reckoning, and it’s YOU leaving today. I’ve met your kind so many times and I won’t let you tear us down. I’m stronger now and I’m the one who will straighten out our crowns. I won’t let you near them. No matter what the cost. In the end it’s you who loses, for there’s nothing that we’ve lost. You call us names; nerd, geek and loser and expect us just to take it. But I’ve raised my son to know right from wrong, and your cycle? We’re gonna break it! I’ve packed your bags, your car is full and you’d better start walking out...

  Divinely Touched You’ve walked through storms that few could bear, With shattered hope and whispered prayer. Each trial carved a sacred line. A mark of strength, a trace divine. The pain you’ve felt was not in vain, It etched resilience in your name. Where once you broke, you now unfold, A story inked in threads of gold. You’ve bled in silence, wept unseen, Yet rose anew from what had been. A masterpiece of flame and dust. You are, and always were, enough. The years have shaped what time can’t steal, A wiser heart that dares to feel. No longer lost, no longer small. You’ve learned to rise through every fall. The mirror shows more than a face. It shines with grace you can’t replace. A soul refined by holy fire, Still climbing higher… ever higher. And now, as life keeps pressing on, You wear the light of every dawn. More touched by Heaven with each passing year. More radiant, whole, and more clear. So if you wonder who you are… You’re made of moonlight, forged from stars. Not broke...

From The Flame I loved you more than words could show, But love can’t bloom where cold winds blow. You left, and still I learned to stand, With trembling heart and open hand. At first, I begged the stars to mend. The silence carved where once was friend. But prayers can’t hold what won’t hold back, And hope can break when hearts go slack. You chose the door, and rang the bell. A quiet exit. No farewell. Yet here I am. Not wrecked. Not small. I cried. I broke… But did not fall. Your absence taught me how to bend. Without the need for you to tend. And in the echo of your name, I built a fire from the flame. I stitched my soul with threads of grace. No longer longing for your face. You left a wound, but I’m the cure. A love like mine will always endure. So when the past comes back to call, I’ll meet it strong. I will not crawl. I loved, I lost... But now I  see. The one I needed… was always me. Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.3.2025

  What Time Won’t Heal Time will not heal every wound Like a plant that cannot be pruned It has a beginning but has no end A Willow branch that cannot bend A path, a grove that gets no light No stars, no moon to fill your night A pain so deep in waters still It breaks your heart, it tests your will That soul who will not come around They are of this world, not in the ground But they have chosen to let you go And the loss of them has dimmed your glow They walked away. They are gone All you can do is carry on A lifetime of pain that is all too real  Yes, some wounds time will never heal Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.3.2025

Built From Grace When shadows stretch across the way, And skies forget the light of day. Still in your chest, a spark remains. A silent strength through losses, gains. It whispers,  “Rise, though winds may roar, You’ve crossed dark seas, and you’ll cross more.” Each trial carved a deeper grace. Each scar a map, each tear a trace. You are the flame that won’t burn out. The steady heart, the whispered shout, That says,  “I’m here. I’m not yet done. There’s more to climb, I’ve just begun.” The road ahead may twist and bend, But hope walks with you like a friend. And when your knees begin to shake, Your soul will rise for healing’s sake. Breathe deep, sweet soul. You’ve come so far. You’re made up of the brightest star. The storm has passed, the skies are clear. You’re not alone. You’re loved. You’re  here . So hold this truth through every tide: The light you seek is held inside. And even in your darkest place... You're made of strength and built from grace. Poetry Written B...

My Healing Light My light is seen across the veil It burns so bright it leaves a trail My energy will pull you in Especially when the veil is thin I’ll cleanse your wounds and I’ll heal your pain Give you strength when yours starts to wane It’s my life’s purpose and my vision To help you with your indecision But helping you, helps me too A healing salve for all I’ve been through So let me in when I’m at your heart’s door Because I’m the light you’ve been looking for Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 6.21.2025