Eryona Writes! Copyright (c) 2024

  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 Love That We Share I am lost and alone and a little afraid. Worried about all the mistakes I have made. Can I break free of these bonds? Of all of these chains? Or will I always be marked, by these blundering stains? I must try my best. No matter how hard. Don’t want to be known, as the girl who is scarred. Because there is more. So much more to me. And one day soon, the whole world will see. I am bigger than all of my pain and my hurt. I wear a coat of armor, beneath every shirt. I don’t have a choice. I must always be strong. Must show my boy, how to fix what is wrong. Because of my son, now I am truly happy. With the love that we share, I am finally free! Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 4.28.2025

  Canva AI Image Because Of Him I’ve learned to block the bad emotions  Whenever they do creep  I no longer allow myself to feel  Anything that deep  My eyes are finally dry  When once they’d only weep  Now I am the lion  And not a willing sheep  No longer in the shadows  In light I show my face  Once controlled by sadness  With strength I did replace   I used to always run  But I have learned to chase  The happiness that’s out there  Meant for my embrace  In a mind where all my trauma  Was continuously replayed  My son became my power  With the love that he displayed  Together in the sunlight  He pulled me from the shade The love between a mother and son  Is the strongest ever made  So thankful for the bond we share  In this life I wouldn’t trade  Because of him, I’ve finally healed And now I’m not afraid  Original Poetry Written By  Eryn Dunbar...

  Canva AI Image VERBAL VENOM (Possible Trigger Warning) Can I ask you a question? Will you tell me the truth? I don’t mean to sound crazy Or come off as aloof. But someone in my life Is very abusive. What I’m about to say Might seem slightly intrusive. They are wearing me down. I don’t want to be near it. Their energy’s negative. I wish I could clear it. They learned the abuse From their own childhood. But the trauma their inflicting Cannot be withstood. They don’t hit.. only yell To them it’s an improvement. Rather than ending the cycle They continued the movement. They blame it on us. Say it’s all our fault. We can’t take much more Of this verbal assault. The tears that I cried From just yesterday. So much hate in the words That they choose to say. I’m a bitch, I’m a cow I’m a failure at life. No wonder no one Ever made me their wife. My son is so lazy And getting too fat. I’m a bad mom Who created a brat. I finally lost it Couldn’t take any more . Found my inner voice Replicate...

  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...

Canva AI Image THE TWENTIES I THOUGHT I MISSED (Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to - Poetry Prompt) Is it true? Are they over? Is it time to say goodbye? Thirties knocking on my door and I think I’m gonna cry. My twenties were the best years of my whole adult life. Yeah fine. I didn’t marry and become somebody’s wife. I’ll do that next year. I’ll have more than enough time. Right now there is a mountain that I must try my best to climb. But I miss my twenties. Although the memories are blurred. From all that time spent drinking at loud bars where you’re not heard. So what?! Thought I’d be married with kids by twenty five. Instead I partied most night's and felt ‘oh so’ alive! Wait. Now that I’m thinking. My life had yet begun. I started living my best life the year I had my son. Thirty six. I’d go back and be with baby Jax one more time. Hold him in my arms. Read him one more nursery rhyme. Smell his powder fresh hair. Marvel...

  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

My Son - The Key I often have to ask myself, am I truly happy? Sometimes the answer is yes, and I become a little sappy. But sometimes the answer is no, and I’m barely getting by. It seems to have the same outcome and I again begin to cry. So I guess I should be asking, why it always turns to tears? And am I wasting my life away, over the past several years? But am I? Because I have an amazing son, who completes me in every way. He fills my heart entirely and consumes my every day. So in the end I finally decide that he is the main key. To how I’ve grown and blossomed and become so damn happy. ❤️ Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.19.2025  

  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