IN THE AFTERGLOW

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

Comments

Justice13james said…
It's a pleasure to know a woman so strong, also saddened by the fires that have tempered your spine . Character has many definitions, many paths are traveled many hurts are healed with thick scars softened with each stroke of a pen

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