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  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...

  If All The World Were Blind If all the world were blind, How would you make yourself be seen? Would you shine your light so brightly, Or try to rule like a queen? Of all the things to ponder, I think  that’s  what matters most. Would you proudly stand up for others, Or choose to fade out like a ghost? Would you live life to the fullest, Or just be an empty shell? Would your scent be intoxicating, Or in fact, would it repel? Would your words be kind and honest, Or sharpened like a knife? Would you save someone who’s drowning, Or let them forfeit their own life? Would you choose the path that’s easy, Or the one that asks for more? Would you open up your heart, Or keep it locked behind a door? When no one’s watching closely, No applause. No guiding sign. Would you choose to be the healing light, Or walk the straight and narrow line? Because sight was never vision, And crowns don’t make you seen. It’s in the way that you treat others, That truly proves that you’re a quee...

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

  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...

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  

The Purge It’s like my trauma is an illness That  you  think  you  need to cure And the way you try to change me Shows me that you’re insecure My past has helped to grow me All the way down to my core And what you’ve done is more than enough For me to walk out the door I won’t even attempt to try Or bother to explain To someone who doesn’t listen And tries to make me feel insane Yes, I’m really leaving I’ve had more than I can endure Because I deserve the kind of love That offers strength and that is pure And the only thing you offer Is a way to break me down But try hard to remember That when we met I wore a crown I’ve given you all the chances But your eyes still refuse to see The best of me was shining Long before you tried to alter me No longer will I question If I’m worthy or if I’m whole For I have walked through fire And it has tempered out my soul Of course there’s things I want to say But I’ll resist the urge Because you aren’t worth my energy You’re just so...

  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...

The Path To My Heart I gave you a map. It led straight to my heart. But you took the paper, And ripped it apart. Did I walk away? No, I lived in the lie. I gave you more chances. I thought you would try. But I guess that my map, Just leads to heartbreak. A pain so damn deep, A chasm of ache. So I’ve made a new map. One just for me. No twists to avoid. It will make me happy. I’ll follow this path. And I’ll take every turn. Till the pain is all gone. And I don’t feel the burn. And I'll reclaim my power. I'll reclaim my light. And I'll finally remember, That I'm worth the fight. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.9.2025

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...

From The Flame I loved you more than words could show, But love can’t bloom where cold winds blow. You left, and still I learned to stand, With trembling heart and open hand. At first, I begged the stars to mend. The silence carved where once was friend. But prayers can’t hold what won’t hold back, And hope can break when hearts go slack. You chose the door, and rang the bell. A quiet exit. No farewell. Yet here I am. Not wrecked. Not small. I cried. I broke… But did not fall. Your absence taught me how to bend. Without the need for you to tend. And in the echo of your name, I built a fire from the flame. I stitched my soul with threads of grace. No longer longing for your face. You left a wound, but I’m the cure. A love like mine will always endure. So when the past comes back to call, I’ll meet it strong. I will not crawl. I loved, I lost... But now I  see. The one I needed… was always me. Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.3.2025