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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

Still You Rise When shadows fall and doubts arise, And dreams seem lost beneath the skies. There burns a flame, though small and shy. A spark of strength that will not die. Through weary roads and heavy rain, We walk with hearts that bear the strain. But every step, though slow or steep, Is proof of courage buried deep. The night may whisper tales of fear, Yet morning’s promise draws us near. With every dawn, a brand-new chance. A song of hope, a life to dance. So lift your chin, let silence sing, The world still turns, and hearts still spring. You are the light the dark can’t steal. A soul that rises, dares to heal. The cracks you’ve earned from battles fought, Are lines where light pours through each thought. You’ve weathered storms, you’ve felt the flame. Yet still you rise, still speak your name. The mountain bowed but did not break. The spirit strong for others’ sake. And now it’s time… you’re not alone. This path you walk’s not paved in stone. Not every hero wears a crown. Some s...

  The Writing On Your Face You think you wear a mask but your face still tells a story. It shows all of your pain, all your loss, and all your glory. The lines along your forehead. The circles beneath your eyes. They express a depth of sadness, that shows your heart still cries. Around your mouth there are few laugh lines, and you often wear a frown. Your eyes confess the weight of how this life has worn you down. Each mark is earned through battles, no one else could ever see. Silent wars you’ve had to carry, with quiet bravery. Life isn’t always easy. So many lessons to be learned. But you’ve found the will to get back up, each time that you’ve been burned. You know how to keep smiling. How to soften every blow. How to hide the cost of living life, behind a lovely glow. But those who really look at you can see the truth shine through. Not weakness in your features, but a strength that carries you. For every line is proof you stayed, while others chose to flee. And every tired sha...

THE STILLNESS OF YOU You are my anchor. You keep me from drifting. Our bond is so strong. Your mere presence, uplifting. The stillest of waters, Can run dangerously deep. Yet you quiet my soul, When my heart wants to weep. You are my safe harbor . When my mind's storm runs asunder. Always calming my spirit, When it's pounded by thunder. When shadows grow heavy, You help me to see… That serenity's not found. It’s created in me. You steady my course, When I start to sway. You remind me of light, When skies turn to gray. Through each crashing wave, You have anchored me true. Now my heart's found its peace... In the  stillness of you . Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 11.14.2025

The Imposter Healer See that reserved, soft smile? The one she always wears? Well, even when it’s muted, Every person stops and stares. They think, “Oh, she’s got it easy.” “Her life must be so good.” But things have always gone sideways, More often than they should. That smile’s a piece of armor, A sliver of disguise. A way to keep up appearances, So no one hears her cries. You cannot see the scars, That others like to cause. But that girl who’s standing there, Deserves our deep applause. And here I’m left to wonder… Could she ever even know? With eyes that shine so bright with love, To me she’s a hero. She’s such a loving creature, With the biggest, kindest heart. But one after another, They’ve torn it all apart. Yet people come to her for help, Drawn to her brilliant, golden light. But she’s left feeling like a fraud. Alone, she fights her fears each night. How can someone who’s shattered, Help other people heal? Her thoughts become distorted. She forgets what’s even real. She feels...

  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 KEY I can’t stop my tears, Why am I crying? I feel like my spirit, Is slowly dying. The weight of my sorrow, Is heavy, unkind. It burrows so deeply. Through soul and through mind. Yet somewhere within me, A whisper remains. That even through heartache, There’s strength in my veins. So let the tears fall, They’re part of the fight, For healing is born, From embracing the light. And though I feel broken, I still hold the key. To rise from this darkness, And set my soul free. The dawn will remind me, That shadows don’t last. Hope blooms in ashes, Of pain that has passed. For deep in my spirit, A bright flame did survive. So I might still be grieving… But I’m learning to thrive. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 8.24.2025

  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

  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...

  Beneath The Skies When shadows fall and doubts arise, And dreams seem lost beneath the skies, There burns a flame, though small and shy, A spark of strength that will not die. Through weary roads and heavy rain, We walk with hearts that bear the strain. But every step, though slow or steep, Is proof of courage buried deep. The night may whisper tales of fear, Yet morning’s promise draws us near. With every dawn, a brand new chance. A song of hope, a life to dance. So lift your chin, let silence sing, The world still turns, and hearts still spring. You are the light the dark can’t steal, A soul that rises, dares to heal. The cracks you’ve earned from battles fought, Are lines where light pours through each thought. You’ve weathered storms, you’ve felt the flame. And still, you rise, still speak your name. The mountain bowed but did not break. Your spirit's strong for others’ sake. And now it’s time… you’re not alone. This path you walk's not paved in stone. Not every hero wear...

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

  Canva AI Image The Misconception Of Kindness Why do people assume, my kindness is a weakness? Just because I’m nice doesn’t mean I’m full of meekness. I will always be protective, of those for which I care. I won’t allow a single one to get caught in your snare. I would’ve given my last dime, but you chose to deceive. You filled me with so many lies. You thought I would believe. I guess you thought no matter what, that we would always stay. But we’re coming to a reckoning, and it’s YOU leaving today. I’ve met your kind so many times and I won’t let you tear us down. I’m stronger now and I’m the one who will straighten out our crowns. I won’t let you near them. No matter what the cost. In the end it’s you who loses, for there’s nothing that we’ve lost. You call us names; nerd, geek and loser and expect us just to take it. But I’ve raised my son to know right from wrong, and your cycle? We’re gonna break it! I’ve packed your bags, your car is full and you’d better start walking out...