FROM THE FLAME
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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
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