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Canva AI IMage By Your Side You got some bad news. Let me hold your hand. No matter what, By your side I will stand. I want you to know, That I’m here for you. Together, we’ve got this. We’ll get you through. We’re wading through waves. In an ocean, so deep. But I’ll stay by your side. That’s the promise I’ll keep. I won’t turn my back. I won’t walk away. No matter what happens, I’ll never stray. You got some bad news. Your heart's feeling broken. So I hold you close. And no words are spoken. If I could only, Make you finally see. You’ve found a best friend. You get all of me. I’ll always be here. We’re bonded for life. No matter the problem. No matter the strife. So you got some bad news. But I’m by your side. I’ve wiped away all, The tears you have cried. I’ll do my best, To help you stay strong. I’ll work on a strategy, To fix what went wrong. But together we’ll make it. I solemnly swear. For we’re stronger together. In this love that we share. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Du...

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 The Words We Didn’t Say It’s the words we didn’t say. That killed us in the end. For when you walked away. I lost my best friend. Our relationship lost meaning. The little things we used to do. The good times and the bad times. Everything that we went through. No longer seemed to matter. When you walked out that door. It’s like we just gave up. It wasn’t worth fighting for. And I’m supposed to be able. To start over one more time. Yet I’m not even able to write. My words no longer rhyme. Yes, it’s what we didn’t say. That I feel with such regret. That brought us to our end. A love I can’t. I won’t forget. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.19.2025  

  Man O’ War I would have dimmed my light To let your own star blaze. Stared at you contentedly As I got lost in your gaze. I would have flown a spaceship Up to outer space. If there was even half a chance That I would get to see your face. I’d happily traipse through the desert Or fight a man o’ war. Just to have spent the day with you The man that I adore. But what I won’t do is change myself for you  For I am happy as I am. Instead, this is me walking away Because I no longer give a damn. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.19.2025

  Canva AI Image For I Am Now Your Home You will rarely see me dressed up, in something that is formal. And you will probably call me weird, as I am far from normal. When you think no one is looking, I will make you feel seen. Because I have been called many things, but I have never been called mean. With me, you are protected, for I am your safe place. I am here to offer comfort, in my arms and heart’s embrace. My door is always open, however far you roam. Providing you with endless love, for I am now your home. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.19.2025

  Canva AI Image I Saved My Soul You stole my heart You fucking thief I don’t know how To end my grief I’m feeling lost I’m not myself You’ve really fucked My mental health I tried so hard To make you see That I am layered There’s more to me But all you saw Was my face You tried to steal My inner grace So I up and left I walked away I remember it rained On that day Now I’m free And I’ll soon be whole For by leaving you I saved my soul Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 4.25.2025

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 The Ghost Of You I’m not gonna tell you a lie. I’m not doing that well. I miss you so damn much. I’m going through endless hell. One day you up and left. I don’t know where you went. I fall asleep holding your pillow. Because it still holds your scent. Left all on my own. Since you have been gone. You made it look so easy. But I just can’t move on. What about your mail? I don’t know where to send it. The way you disappeared. I can hardly comprehend it. I seem to have lost count. Of all the tears I’ve shed. The pain is overwhelming. So much was left unsaid. I didn’t see the signs. You left without a warning. So I sit here alone. Our love, I am still mourning. Now I am a broken shell. One half of a soul. Where once I was complete. Now I am not whole. All the years spent together. Must have been a waste of time. My writing has lost all meaning. My words have lost their rhyme. One day I’ll come to terms. With the fact that we are through. But until that day finally comes. I’...

Canva AI Image A Tale Of Old We turn the pages Of our book A time long gone A bubbling brook A castle Hidden in the mist Where knights of lore Did exist A fairytale Starts to unfold There lived a people From aeon’s old That worked the land And loved to laugh Who never felt The Kingdoms wrath The Bard’s would come And spin their tales Every night Whilst they drank Ales Rumors spread About this town And strangers started Comin’ round They could not believe What they would hear About a people That felt no fear The Kingdom grew Far and wide The joy they felt No one denied Is this real Or just folklore The story’s over There is no more I’d like to think This tale is true That happiness Was all they knew I guess we’ll never Really know About this Kingdom From long ago The book now closed The story ends But it lives on When shared with friends Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 3.31.2025  

Canva AI Image  KEEN AS A KNIFE If steel sharpens steel, then consider us sharp Wound tight like the strings of a beautiful harp I’d back away slowly and don’t touch the blade Or you might fall beneath and become one of it’s slayed The instruments are more dangerous than their players I'd drop to a knee and start offering up prayers Yes I am saying we’re as keen as a knife Don’t come any closer or you might lose a life The spell once put upon you has now been lifted By a powerful witch who is thoroughly gifted So don’t just walk away. I’d suggest that you run Or your life will be forfeited before it’s begun So let’s make it clear so you’re not left to ponder Death is waiting for you… on the path that you wonder So watch where you step and make all the right turns  Or things will go wrong and you'll be feeling Hells burns Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.19.2025

  A Simple Charm Canva AI Image A SIMPLE AFFIRMATION Wrap your mind in a bubble of blinding bright light. Dispel negativity at darkness of night. Say I rescind your anger. I rescind your hate. Only I am in charge of my life and my fate. I cancel your hold. I return to sender. My heart is pure and I’ll never surrender. So take your loaded words. They are not welcome here. When it comes to you, I have nothing to fear. I’m surrounded in love, by the power of three. As I command it. So mote it be. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.28.2025

  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...

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...

  A Question Of Destiny Canva AI Image A Question Of Destiny Sometimes I feel like my moves are preset. Like, am I doing something that I'll live to  regret? Simon Says, now move to your right. This has caused me many a sleepless night. I don’t know. And maybe I’m wrong. It’s like singing a verse, b efore they've played your song. Maybe not a good example in this particular instance. But I wonder.. is it fate, or just coincidence? Am I making my own choices, or are they already made? Building my own dreams, or are stones already laid? I’m at my wits end. I’m at a loss. Am I the one in charge, or do I have a boss? These are my thoughts that at night take ahold. With no answers forthcoming, I must watch it unfold. Is it predestined or do I have a choice? Am I speaking the words but not in my voice? So if you have an explanation please share it with me. Just get me out of my head.. with my crazy thoughts on destiny! Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.23.2025