Eryona Writes! Copyright Law (c) 2024 - Present

  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...

"Monsters in the Dark"  Shadows creep upon the wall Where fears and doubts begin to call The darkness whispers, it taunts and plays As monsters hide in secret ways In dreams, they lurk with eyes aglow Their presence felt, though unseen, they grow The heart beats fast, the soul feels pain As terror reigns, and hope's in vain I tell myself they are all gone But in shadows and darkness, they continue to spawn The boy inside me that fears and dreads Still trembles with each creaking thread But when the light begins to shine The monsters falter, lose their design Their power wanes as dawn breaks near And in the light, they disappear Yet in the silence of a quiet night A newer fear arises, a different plight The shadows fade, the monsters sleep But I'm left with the fear of emptiness deep The fear of years that slowly pass Of reaching out for hands that won't last And in the darkness, every face I see Hides its own shadows, its own secrecy No warmth of love, no gentle h...

  Canva AI Image My Parent’s Advice   Don’t go around picking  Everyone’s noses  You don’t want to be friends  With someone who bulldozes  If a man buys you flowers  You deserve roses Don’t date a musician  Who only composes  You can’t climb the ladder  Without using the stairs Not every person  Is someone who cares We’re all made up different  Like apples and pears  Always offer a smile  To someone who glares  We will welcome you home  If you need an embrace  Go travel the world  And explore every place  Good friends are precious  They’re hard to replace  And you’ll always be more  Than your beautiful face  Enjoy the ride  You don’t have to race  Shorten your stride  And set your own pace  Nobody’s perfect  So offer them Grace  Stand up to bullies  Who tear people down  Make sure to straighten  Everyone’s crown Learn to laugh mo...

  Canva AI Image The Real Eryn Lea I’m walking forward I’m standing tall I embrace the climb And not the fall I’m becoming stronger Setting myself free From the hurt and the pain And the anxiety Step by step Inch by inch My trauma’s no longer Making me flinch I take each lesson And I learn To laugh each time It starts to burn To finish this path Might take me years But I’m wading through All of my fears And one day soon I’ll be the genuine me And I’ll introduce you to The real Eryn Lea Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 4.28.2025

  Canva AI Image A Life In Review A Letter To Myself (Poetry Prompt - Write a letter to your 100 year old self. Wordpress) A letter to myself? Whatever would I write? Would I describe how very much I love the pale moonlight? Reminisce about memories From my childhood? Complain about how often I’m misunderstood? Talk about how I never Wanted to marry? Or how I love paranormal But nothing too scary? I know I’d fill up pages All about my son. He’s my moon and my stars He’s my number one. But wouldn’t I already Know all of this? Like when I was thirteen And I got my first kiss? Or when I was sixteen And I got my heart shattered? I think I’d remember all That truly mattered. How at 49, I finally Found my voice. Finally learned how To make the right choice. Would I mention that I had Started to heal? From my pain and trauma That for so long was too real? I think I’d skim over My traumatic past. Put more effort in writing About what was a blast. But everything would wrap back around To my...

  IF EVER I’M AFRAID  AN ODE TO A MOM (OR A DAD) I will follow on this path On the stones already laid I know you’ll hold my hand If ever I’m afraid In my eyes you’re a hero The best mom (dad) ever made I bask in the glow Of your light that won’t fade You’ve said it so often Like a song that’s replayed That I am your jewel The most beautiful Jade So safe and secure In your arms where I’ve stayed Sleeping so soundly While awake you have prayed No matter how often Your nerves might get frayed The life you’ve created I’m not willing to trade Where I might struggle You always give aid When the sun is too bright You offer your shade So yes I’ll walk this path On the stones that you have laid Because I know you’ll always hold my hand If ever I’m afraid Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.27.2025

  I Could Be Anything I was once told When I was 4 years old That I could be anything I wanted At 17 I learned what that would mean And all my dreams became daunted At 25 I still failed to thrive With no dreams to be flaunted At 49 I embraced my shine And now I no longer feel haunted Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.5.2025

  Mental Health It’s not that easy. Baring my soul. It truly doesn’t give me, Any more control. Sharing my trauma, Is not a real gain. By writing about it, I relive all my pain. But I do it. Not just to strengthen myself. But to bring more awareness, To Mental Health. I will say, I use to feel so alone. But since this journey started, My family has grown. And also, I can’t thank you enough. For being here for me.. Through the good, the bad, the rough. I will never be able, To honestly express it. You’ve taken over my life, And now truly bless it! So no, It’s not easy. Laying my soul bare. But I do it to show you, How much I care. I do it to prove, That I can still feel. Because this Mental Health Business, Is so fucking real. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.6.2025

  WALK INTO YOUR FATE   It’s always been a dream That one day I would write The tale end of last year I started my own site   I finally realized What was to be the key I finally realized That the key had to be me   Maybe I won’t be big Or ever become well known But the outpouring of support That I have already been shown   Has truly changed my life And is more than I dreamed of Never been so happy To do something that I love   I found out I was what Was standing in my way So grateful I decided To start my blog that day   I’m living my own dream And know dreams can come true All you really need Is to have confidence in you   I was just so scared I had to get past my fear Now my life has meaning And my outlook is so clear   It took me half my life To get me to this place I’m never turning back This new life I will embrace   Thanks for believing in me Even when I couldn’t I was my biggest obstacle Telling myself I shouldn’t   I might n...

  Don’t Blink - An Original Poem By Eryn Dunbar ©️ I recently had someone say, “Don’t Blink”. The years pass by, faster than you think. He’ll be a teenager before you know it. Of course he still loves you. Just doesn’t show it. How is it possible? I’m both proud and depressed. We’re growing apart. It’s making me stressed. Want him to be self-reliant. But please still need me. Knowing that one day soon, I’ll end up lonely. Love watching him grow. He gives me a purpose. But then I am weak, when old memories resurface. Hard to loosen my grip and break this hold. He’s a teenager. I’m fifty years old. But I want him to succeed. I just want more time. I don’t think holding on is really a crime. I know I can do it. Where there’s a will there’s a way. I can get stronger, day by day. Will it be hard? Yes... No... Maybe. Because even when he’s grown, he will always be my baby. I look forward to the day when I can buy him a drink. But till that day comes, I just won’t blink. Poetry Written B...

  Childhood Memory You want me to remember My favorite childhood memory That would be with my doll While we would sit and drink our tea It was always the two of us, Ruthie Annabelle and me But of course we would make room For Bear and Barbie Who would join us at our table For our fun, little party Mom would peak her head in Smiling at what she would see The best was when we would be joined By my dearest daddy Now my daddy dearest Walks around with a cane Mom is half blind and deaf But still all sane I have two kids of my own, Jaxon and Jane When we visit my parents We all take the train Only because Ruthie Annabelle Won’t fly on a plane  But the chance to see family Is worth any pain I hope you have enjoyed this trip Down my memory lane Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar ©️

Dancing around to the song in our head Knowing we should be heading to bed. We’ve finally found peace, we’re beginning to thrive Look at our smiles, we feel so alive. Finding our place…in this world that we live  Willing to share, we’ve got so much to give. Ready to nurture myself and my son  Spoil him rotten, my only one. He is my whole world, the good and the bad Just the two of us now, I’m a blessed Mom and Dad. He’s getting so big, maturing so fast The love that we share, outweighing our past. Going to grow, make our relationship strong  Strive for the best, admit when we’re wrong. He’ll always come first, in my heart and my soul  I’ll always love him, never give up my role. Forever my world, he’s my one and only Forever his mom, he will never be lonely. Dancing around to the song in our head Finally ready, we’re heading to bed. Poetry Written By,  Eryn Dunbar An Original Poem Copyright (c) June 2024