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

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