Eryona Writes! Copyright (c) 2024

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...

Second Gear I have always told myself Try not to shed a tear And do not ever let yourself Go face-to-face with fear And absolutely never let Anyone come near I’m sure that it’s the reason why I’m stuck in second gear I just can’t seem to change my ways Or my point of view When others want me to let them in I don’t know what to do I’ve built my walls up so high Not sure that I’ll break through But recently I’ve started trying Since the day that I met you I’ve always kept my thoughts inside Afraid of letting go I learned to run from every truth And never let it show I smile when I am breaking down So no one else will know But you saw past the practiced mask And let your patience grow I don’t yet know what love should mean But something feels so right For once I see a different path No longer lost in night You’ve lit a spark I can’t explain That brings my heart to light So if you’re here to walk with me Please stay and hold on tight Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.1...

  Divinely Touched You’ve walked through storms that few could bear, With shattered hope and whispered prayer. Each trial carved a sacred line. A mark of strength, a trace divine. The pain you’ve felt was not in vain, It etched resilience in your name. Where once you broke, you now unfold, A story inked in threads of gold. You’ve bled in silence, wept unseen, Yet rose anew from what had been. A masterpiece of flame and dust. You are, and always were, enough. The years have shaped what time can’t steal, A wiser heart that dares to feel. No longer lost, no longer small. You’ve learned to rise through every fall. The mirror shows more than a face. It shines with grace you can’t replace. A soul refined by holy fire, Still climbing higher… ever higher. And now, as life keeps pressing on, You wear the light of every dawn. More touched by Heaven with each passing year. More radiant, whole, and more clear. So if you wonder who you are… You’re made of moonlight, forged from stars. Not broke...

Canva AI Image Facade I believe that some happiness is a mirage And maybe that’s because I sometimes self sabotage I think my brain needs a good mental massage From all of these questions that are like a barrage I don’t know and I’m still learning But this is a query that leaves me burning For this joy that I’m constantly yearning The answer to which is so discerning    But one day soon I hope to know This happiness that makes others glow Is it real, or just for show The more I ask, the more I grow Yes one day soon, by the Grace of God I’ll be more than a girl who is just flawed Finally my heart will be thawed And I’ll no longer be hiding behind this facade Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.19.2025

  Canva AI Image You Are Sublime I want you to fly! I want you to soar! I want you to realize, You are worth fighting for! You need to remember, Through all of your days. That when God gave out brightness, He set yours to blaze. You are a beacon of light. You help strengthen others. Always uplifting. The best of all mothers. When shadows come calling, Remember your shine. And what was tough one day, The next will be fine. I want you to soar! I want you to fly! Your wings always pointing, Straight up to the sky! Life might be hard. But not all the time! You need only realize, That you are sublime! Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.20.2025

  Canva AI Image Patterns Will I ever be truly ready, to fall in love again? If the answer is yes… then how, why, where, and when? Am I standing in my own way? Is it a pattern I can break? I just don’t think I can handle, another bad heartache. Am I the problem in the relationship? Is it me who will always fail? Or have I waited far too long and that ship’s already set sail? Can someone please help me, make sense of this turmoil in my heart? It’s the honest truth… I don’t have the first clue where to start. I fear that rabbit hole is trying to grab me one more time. And if no one will lend a hand, I might not survive another climb. So maybe I’ll go tuck tail, and stay safely in my protective bubble. That way I won’t have to worry myself about anymore heartbreak trouble. So if you have any advice, that you would not mind sharing with me.. I think I’d finally be on my way, to living my life more happily! Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.7.2025

This was inspired by and written for my dear friend Tim Campbell. Thank you for everything, Tim! ♥️ Canva AI Image Confidence Where is my confidence? I can only find doubt. Never seems to matter, What it’s about. Always second guessing. Can’t make up my mind. And when I finally choose, I always try to hit rewind. Nothing gets accomplished. Because I can’t decide. The longer I let things go, The more I let them slide. Lord, I need your help. Please give me a sign. I need your loving guidance, In this life of mine. I’ve come to a conclusion. I’ll start following my gut. And maybe that will help me, To get out of this rut. Lord, thank you for the patience, That you have given me. I’ve come to a decision, I CHOOSE to be happy! Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 4.29.2025

  Canva AI Image Brick By Brick I want you in my life. I want our shared connection. But I’m so traumatized. I’m scared of your rejection. Never have I wanted, Something more than this. To feel your arms around me. To get lost in your kiss. But I am too damn fearful. Afraid to just say yes. To wrap my soul around you. To feel your soft caress. My walls have shut you out. But I want to let you in. It might take a while to tear it down, But I’m ready to begin. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 4.30.2025

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  

MY SALVATION The way my wrist was held so tight Has left a permanent abrasion Each day I cake my makeup on No matter the occasion You get mad at me throughout the day If I make the smallest deviation No longer allowed to go to work I no longer have an occupation You made me think that I’m unworthy You are a master of manipulation I’m only allowed to build you up You require constant stimulation It use to be love but now it’s fear That causes my heart a palpitation  I want my life and story back You’re no longer allowed to do the narration I need help and I need it now I want out of this situation In the end, it’s you going down Because I’m backed by the entire nation By the kindness of strangers and with my God I have finally found my salvation Karma will find you and you will pay  With a fiery eternal damnation * If you are a victim of Domestic Violence, please call the hotline at 1-800-799-7233. www.thehotline.org You are not alone. At the very least reach out to me, and I w...

  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

YOUR SCARS   Copyright (c) 2.7.2025 You hide behind the scars Left behind by other men Vow never to be open Scared pain will come again The hurt that they created Cut you to the core Made you decide to face this world Alone forever more. You came into my life Or I came into yours We connected through your words Neither knowing what was in store. Quickly sharing our stories Of life and loves gone by The bond it came so easily We didn’t have to try I got to know the person The mirror couldn’t see Those scars others made Look like beauty marks to me All the good and all the bad That led us up to here Made you the person I adore With the heart I hold so dear I can’t hide the love I have for you And the person that you are All pieces and the cracks I even love your scars Poetry Written By: Dave Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar

  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

  Hidden In This Mask I’m so quick to say that I enjoy being free. But that’s not always my reality. I’m actually afraid of what others might see. I say I don’t believe in love but that’s not true. I’m afraid of how I’ll handle it. If I lose another you. So I stay hidden in this mask. Watching life from my safe view. I think I was mostly trying to convince myself, That at 49 I was safer up on my shelf. That I’m better at protecting my own mental health. Maybe it’s time to let someone in and let them care. Maybe true love ISN’T really so rare. I think I’m now ready. I’ve become more self aware. Coming to terms with it has finally made it real. And letting someone in might be how I heal. I think it’s finally okay. To let myself start to feel. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 1.30.2025

Jaded The older I get  The more jaded I feel  I fantasized about love  But now know it’s not real  At least not for me  At least not yet  So much heartache  For me to forget  I want passion  Wrapped in someone’s arms  Sweet words flowing  Always spouting charms  Surrounded by love  I’d be so grateful  But so far it’s only been  Vicious and hateful  I want to be needed  To know that I mattered  Pick up my heart's pieces  From where it’s been shattered  I don’t want to be jaded  Treat me like a jewel  Show me kindness and warmth Not something wicked and cruel  Shower me with your love  Wash away all my pain  I want to be your Queen  I’m ready to reign  I know I sound desperate  But I’m desperate to feel  Please show me this love  The kind… that is real  Original Poetry Written By  Eryn Dunbar  Copyright (c) 1.28.2025

  THIS. TIME. They’re trying again… To rip me apart. My pain and my trauma, Dismantling my heart. That I’ve been attempting … Worked on it so hard. To piece it back together, Without the bits that are scarred. Don’t think I’m winning. Kinda feels like I’m lost. But I absolutely have to win, No matter the cost. Because I can’t become her. Can’t be that girl again. She isn’t strong enough. She’ll only take us to the end… And then it’s over. That’s all she wrote. I’m screaming from my lungs, Tearing up my throat! Maybe this time, I should ask for help. Actually ask out loud. Not some fake mental yelp, That no one can hear, Because it’s just in my head. Don’t wanna wake up, Dead in my bed. So this time. I’m gonna call out your name. No longer hiding behind, my guilt and all my shame. Yes, this time. Gonna grab hold of your hand. Help pull me out, Of this sinking sand. Yes, This time. The whole village if needed. Won’t give up on my new life. I won’t be defeated! Oh yes. This time. I’m ...