Eryona Writes! Copyright (c) 2024

  FOOL'S GOLD Never again You won’t see my face The way you treat others Is such a disgrace Your essence is toxic Your lips drip with lies You’re selfish and hateful Beneath your disguise You’re like a fungus A spore or black mold You think you’re a gem But you’re just fool’s gold You’re made up of layers But even snakes shed their skin You’re not only noxious You’re the eighth deadly sin It took at most months And not several years To see how you prey Upon everyone’s fears You find out their secrets Then laugh as you share Breaking their hearts They just laid out bare But here’s a little something  I guess you didn’t know Those others you talk to See how you dim their glow They like themselves more Than they’ll ever like you They’ll have long walked away Before you’ll have your first clue So go wear your charm And spin your tall tales The ship that I’m on Has long set its sails Now I’ve risen up And I’ve slammed the door I won't allow you to imprint On my life  ANYMORE O...

  The Truth Of Love Love means giving someone freedom While nurturing your bond And although it is magical It’s not made with a wand It isn’t built on fairy dust Or sealed with just a kiss It takes deep roots and daily care To grow a love like this It’s not control or ownership It’s not a silent war Real love will never cage your wings It will only help you soar It holds you close, yet lets you breathe It lifts, but doesn’t bind It sees your flaws and loves you still With honesty that’s kind It won’t be perfect every day And sometimes it feels tough But even through the hard and raw You’ll know that it’s enough So if you find a heart like this That helps you rise above Then hold it close, and honor it You’ve found the truth of love Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 8.21.2025

  The Depth of Your Strength You say you’re finally healing And it’s all because of me That you no longer play the victim And you finally feel happy And God, I am so thankful But I need for you to know That it’s YOU that made this happen For you’ve found your inner glow I watched you rise above Through every broken thought And silence every demon That you’ve ever fought You took the shattered pieces  That were left behind And turned them into something That is stronger and refined You faced the bitter truth As you broke the binding chain You poured out all of your soul And healed all of your pain And now you shine in ways So honest, pure and true A light that even night Could never now undo You did all the work When you fought against the dark It’s YOU that gets the credit You reignited your own spark I may have been the one That helped you start to see But you’re the hero in this story For  YOU  set your spirit free Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright...

  The Chains That Bind Every day I feel this dread. The moment I get out of bed. It’s overwhelming. I’m all consumed. It’s like my life is only doomed. I really need to find a way. To stop this feeling that wants to stay. If only it would finally end. Then maybe I could start to mend. But healing whispers, soft and clear. Remind me that the light is near. Though shadows cling and hopes feel small. I have the strength to face it all. Each breath I take, each step I try. Is proof my spirit will not die. For even through the weight I bear. A brighter dawn waits in the air. And when that day begins to rise. I’ll greet the sun with clearer eyes. No longer trapped, no longer chained. But freer, stronger, and reclaimed. I am the light, I am the flame. Each day I wake, I’ll rise again. Through all the darkness, I will see. There’s still a brighter part of me. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 8.24.2025

  November Skies The tears I cannot seem to dry. As I stand beneath November’s sky. You left and you’re not coming back. How long’s it been? I’ve lost track. I think you’re watching from above. For what we shared was timeless love. But I cannot seem to let you go. And the pain is more than you can know. The leaves still fall, the wind still sighs. But joy has vanished from my eyes. I speak your name in whispered breath. And feel the hush of grief and death. Your coat still hangs behind the door. Your footprints live upon the floor. I swear I feel your hand in mine. When silence stills the world in time. And though they say I’ll heal with years. My heart still bleeds through hidden tears. You are the ache I carry wide. The love I keep, though you have died. But then the light breaks through the trees. And I can breathe in small degrees. I feel you linger in the air. A quiet warmth that meets me there. So I will walk this road somehow. With all your love still here, right now. And ev...

  I Will  Always  Be Your Home I held you close that very first night When the stars above were full of light. A tiny cry, a breath so new My world had shifted all for you. I watched you grow. Each step, each crawl With scraped-up knees from when you’d fall. First words, first shoes, and your first love I watched you always rise above. We danced through years with lullaby With sticky hands and endless “why?”. You laughed at bugs and feared the dark. Built pillow forts and played in the park. I loved our snuggles in your bed And oh, the countless books we read. Movie nights, Disneyland The way you loved to hold my hand. Then came the questions, eye-rolls, and sighs The moods that shifted with the skies. But through each door you slammed with flair I loved you still, despite your glare. I cheered at games, I dried your tears I weathered storms of teenage years. You’d pull away, then reach back in A war of space and closeness thin. And now you pack your bags to leave As I wi...

Canva AI Image BACK IN THE DAY Describe a risk you took that you do not regret. (Poetry Prompt) WordPress There once was a time when I’d take risks. Back in the day of floppy disks. I wasn’t scared and I felt free. To take a risk willingly. But nowadays I am numb. Not quite sure what I’ve become. Where’s the girl that I once was? Who loved to chase an adrenaline buzz! She’s not here. I’m someone new. Molded by all that I’ve been through. Yes, I’ve changed but I’m still me. And I’d risk it all to be happy! Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar    Copyright (c) 4.24.2025  

The Purge It’s like my trauma is an illness That  you  think  you  need to cure And the way you try to change me Shows me that you’re insecure My past has helped to grow me All the way down to my core And what you’ve done is more than enough For me to walk out the door I won’t even attempt to try Or bother to explain To someone who doesn’t listen And tries to make me feel insane Yes, I’m really leaving I’ve had more than I can endure Because I deserve the kind of love That offers strength and that is pure And the only thing you offer Is a way to break me down But try hard to remember That when we met I wore a crown I’ve given you all the chances But your eyes still refuse to see The best of me was shining Long before you tried to alter me No longer will I question If I’m worthy or if I’m whole For I have walked through fire And it has tempered out my soul Of course there’s things I want to say But I’ll resist the urge Because you aren’t worth my energy You’re just so...

  The Battle Beyond the Field (A Tribute to the Unseen Heroes) They trained with fire behind their eyes, And left beneath uncertain skies. To stand where danger dared to tread, To walk through war while others fled. They bore the weight of every land, With trembling soul and steady hand. And though the guns have ceased their song, Their battle still goes marching on. For war does not end with the fight, It lingers deep in dreams at night. In every silence, every sound, A memory still circles ‘round. We see them walking through the day, With haunted eyes they turn away. Yet still they rise, again, again, Unbroken hearts. Women and men. The bravest souls are those who feel, Yet choose to fight, and choose to heal. Who carry pain that won’t be seen, And wear their scars while we keep clean. So here we stand, our hearts made wide, With open arms and tearful pride. To every soldier, hear our prayer. You are not lost. We see you there. We thank you for the gift you gave, For every path a...

  Canva AI Image My Pulse Is A Rhyme   I am a poet. My heart beats in time. To its own rhythm. My pulse is a rhyme. I won’t match your energy. But I’ll match your words. My soul is a geek. Who loves other nerds. I spit out my verses, Like I breathe in air. Let’s meet in the middle. And I’ll see you there. We’ll go back and forth. Each taking a turn. Imagine the poem’s, We’ll creatively learn! Together in poetry. We’ll let our words flow. I promise you this. It’s more fun than you know! Original Poetry Written By  Eryn Dunbar  Copyright (c) 5.20.2025

Second Gear I have always told myself Try not to shed a tear And do not ever let yourself Go face-to-face with fear And absolutely never let Anyone come near I’m sure that it’s the reason why I’m stuck in second gear I just can’t seem to change my ways Or my point of view When others want me to let them in I don’t know what to do I’ve built my walls up so high Not sure that I’ll break through But recently I’ve started trying Since the day that I met you I’ve always kept my thoughts inside Afraid of letting go I learned to run from every truth And never let it show I smile when I am breaking down So no one else will know But you saw past the practiced mask And let your patience grow I don’t yet know what love should mean But something feels so right For once I see a different path No longer lost in night You’ve lit a spark I can’t explain That brings my heart to light So if you’re here to walk with me Please stay and hold on tight Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.1...