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  Fish Out Of Water She’s a fish out of water That others watch flounder Her shells are all broken The ones that once crowned her They sit and they watch As she bakes in the sand But not even once Have they offered a hand She’s out of her element A fish from the sea Left to suffer alone With her unanswered plea If some gentle soul Could just put her back in She’d swim with a vengeance She might actually win But this is just something She can’t do on her own She’s praying to God That His mercy is shown She feels like she’s dying Her breath starts to waver Feeling so helpless With no one to save her She suddenly realizes Though a little too late That her lonely death Was always her fate So she closes her eyes For the very last time The most beautiful fish… Has now died in her prime Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 11.14.2025

The Exit Wound I’m falling to pieces I’m standing here broken Where I want to fix us You think that I’m joking I beg you to see me To meet me halfway But instead you walk past Like there’s nothing to say You voice that I’m needy While rolling your eyes You don’t see the truth Just your version of lies I try to reach out But you turn and deflect And I’m left with this silence That feels like neglect I’m tired of aching I’m done feeling small Of loving someone Who gives nothing at all I begged you to fight But instead you let go Now I finally see What I needed to know This isn’t love It’s a cycle of pain And staying with you Would drive me insane So I’ll pack up my pieces And carry them home I may walk away broken But won’t mindlessly roam Because healing begins When the hurting can end So that love that I gave you I now choose to rescind Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 8.21.2025

  It’s In The Way You Make Me Laugh I love the way you love me, And how you always make me laugh. Laughter’s a strong emotion, One I crave as an empath. You read me without asking, Sense the shifts I never say. You know when I am fading, And you push my gloom away. When the world feels far too heavy, And my heart feels paper-thin. You don’t try to fix the chaos, You just pull me safely in. Your humor breaks the tension, Like sunlight through a crack. You remind me who I am, When I start to get off track. You make space for all my feelings, Never asking me to shrink. You let me feel things deeply, Without pushing me to think. And in that shared laughter, In the joy you help me find. I feel seen, I feel protected, I feel loved, and not confined. Because loving me means patience, And you wear it like a gift. You don’t dull my sensitivity, You help it to uplift. So if you ever wonder why, Your laughter means so much to me. It’s because you love me gently… And that’s where I am most fre...

Her Downward Spiral Have you ever stopped to wonder That it’s not  just your heart that’s broke Your choices are much louder  Than the words that you have spoke Now you’re sinking deeper  With every line of coke you hit Shooting up your dope Till both your mind and veins are split You’ve started falling faster  Down into that rabbit hole You need to find your own way out  Or you might lose your soul I’ve loved you since the day we met,  When you first stole my breath But this path that you’re now walking down,  Will only lead to death For one last time, I’m reaching out,  Please just grab my hand I can’t watch you as you spiral,  Forever lost in that quicksand If you decide to pick addiction,  Then it’s your loved ones who will lose It might be a hard decision,  But it’s you that has to choose Everyone of us unravels,  And over time our edges fray It’s how we choose to heal  That gets some lost along the way So Go...

  Into The Thaw You come off cold. Your heart encased, In layers thick with frost. But if you let me help you thaw, You’ll find what once was lost. If you choose to stay this way, The ice will surely spread. Yet if you let me through your walls, I’ll melt each frozen thread. I understand why you retreat, Why icy silence hides your pain. But walls that keep out hurt and loss Bind love in heavy chain. I vow to stay, through sun or storm, No matter what may be. For I was once an ice queen too… Entrapped in misery. If you don’t allow the ice to melt, You’ll lose your tender soul. You’ll never feel the warmth again, You’ll break and won’t be whole. But I can see beneath it all, The brilliant way you used to glow. Together we’ll reclaim your fire, And let your true and pure heart flow. So take my hand. Release the past, Let winter’s coldness flee. Your spring awaits, just trust my warmth… And fall  into  the  thaw   with   me. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunb...

  STUMBLING THROUGH THE DARK When you’re feeling overwhelmed and you think you’ve lost your spark. You’re blinded by your tears and you’re stumbling through the dark. Don’t know which way is up or which direction you should turn. And the ache that has consumed you has now become an endless burn. Whatever situation. However big. However small. I’d run a million miles. I’ll always catch you when you fall. Nothing else will matter. I don’t care what is at stake. I will always be there. When you’re whole or when you break. You are that important. And by your side I’ll always stand. I’d cover any distance. I’m reaching out a steady hand. I’ll find you in the darkness. I’ll never leave, I hope you know. I’ll pull you into sunlight. Away from where the shadows grow. No matter what the challenge. Through the good days and the bad. Through the laughter and the struggles. Through all the tears when you are sad. I stand with open arms. Fall into me each time you break. I’ll always hold you up...

  The Weight of Guilt The clock is ticking on the wall. I said I’d catch you when you fall. But I was late and so you fell. And now I’m left an empty shell. The weight of guilt, it feels so strong. My mind consumed by what went wrong. And what you did, it’s hard to believe. I feel your loss and cannot breathe. I failed my friend and I can’t rescind. I try to feel you on the wind. But I guess that you are really gone. And that your spirit has moved on. In the mirror I see your face. And I hope you’re wrapped in heaven’s grace. All I know is I miss my friend. I hope one day my heart will mend. But for now I live in pain. The way you left is so insane. I cry out to you on fallen knees. But you don’t respond to my tortured pleas. Yet every time I shed a tear. I like to think you might be near. But the clock still ticks upon the wall. Reminding me I missed your call. And when I hear your laughter on the breeze. I think it helps in small degrees. I hope one day to forgive myself. For not...

  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

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  

  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

RELEASE I feel the breeze comb through my hair. The water cleanses my despair. The sand squishes between my toes, As I watch which way the ocean flows. The birds drop low to the water’s edge. A child waves from a windows' ledge. An early morning thunderstorm. A group of girls from their college dorm. The world is waking, soft and slow, With secrets only morning knows. And in this hush, I find my place. A breath, a rhythm, a quiet grace. I pause beneath the open sky. And feel the ache that used to cry, Begin to fade with ocean air… I breathe in hope. Release despair. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.19.2025

Grief Is An Ocean Grief is an ocean. The pain are the waves. You’re surrounded by water. Trapped in it for days. It comes and it goes. It can last your whole life. Millions of ripples. That slice like a knife. It pulls you down in silence. Just when you catch your breath. A current made of memories. A tide that speaks of death. But floating in the sorrow, Are fragments of the past. The laughter and the love, That somehow seem to last. The shoreline feels so distant, But it’s always drawing near. Each tear you cry a compass, To the ones you hold most dear. And though the storm may linger, And salt still stains your skin, You’re learning how to navigate, The aching world within. So let the waters rise and fall. You’ve learned to ride their flow. Grief may never leave you, But you choose the way you grow. For in your chest, a lighthouse, Still bravely dares to burn. A beacon lit by love, For those who won’t return. You might walk with absence, But you don’t walk alone… you’re whole. You c...