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  The Scent of Us My pain is my perfume, You wear grief like cologne. The fragrance surrounds us, Each scent stands alone. We linger in silence, Our sorrows entwine, Yet even with distance, Your ache mirrors mine. The air feels familiar… A blend of regret. The ghosts of our losses, We cannot forget. Still I breathe you in softly, Through sorrow and rain. For even in heartache, There’s beauty in pain. But time is a cleanser, A wind through the years. It carries our anguish, It softens our tears. And maybe one morning, When memories' fade, We’ll walk through the sunlight, No longer afraid. For pain is just proof, That love had its day. And the scent of our story, Will never decay. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 11.8.2025

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...