A YEAR OF DROUGHT

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

Your sacred place.

You are not broken

Just refined.

A warrior shaped by love

And time.

The storm did not

Destroy your soul…

You are still here,

And YOU are whole.

Original Poetry Written By

Eryn Dunbar

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