Eryona Writes! Copyright (c) 2024

  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 KEY I can’t stop my tears, Why am I crying? I feel like my spirit, Is slowly dying. The weight of my sorrow, Is heavy, unkind. It burrows so deeply. Through soul and through mind. Yet somewhere within me, A whisper remains. That even through heartache, There’s strength in my veins. So let the tears fall, They’re part of the fight, For healing is born, From embracing the light. And though I feel broken, I still hold the key. To rise from this darkness, And set my soul free. The dawn will remind me, That shadows don’t last. Hope blooms in ashes, Of pain that has passed. For deep in my spirit, A bright flame did survive. So I might still be grieving… But I’m learning to thrive. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 8.24.2025

  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...

  November Skies The tears I cannot seem to dry. As I stand beneath November’s sky. You left and you’re not coming back. How long’s it been? I’ve lost track. I think you’re watching from above. For what we shared was timeless love. But I cannot seem to let you go. And the pain is more than you can know. The leaves still fall, the wind still sighs. But joy has vanished from my eyes. I speak your name in whispered breath. And feel the hush of grief and death. Your coat still hangs behind the door. Your footprints live upon the floor. I swear I feel your hand in mine. When silence stills the world in time. And though they say I’ll heal with years. My heart still bleeds through hidden tears. You are the ache I carry wide. The love I keep, though you have died. But then the light breaks through the trees. And I can breathe in small degrees. I feel you linger in the air. A quiet warmth that meets me there. So I will walk this road somehow. With all your love still here, right now. And ev...

A Year of Drought A boundless chasm Filled with your pain. A year of drought But never rain. Swollen eyes From endless tears. A living nightmare Full of fears. A grief so strong It leaves you weak. A finish to it all Is what you seek. What you crave Is for the pain to end. A way to make Your own heart mend. But some pain lasts Throughout your life. It cuts you deeper Than a knife. It’s your first thought When you wake. Unbearable pain That you can’t shake. But you are stronger Than you realize. There’s steel beneath Your hardened cries. You’ve walked through fire And faced the ache. You somehow lived With each heartbreak. You breathe through pain That doesn’t sleep. You climb a hill That runs too steep. But still you stand, You still endure. And that alone Is something pure. You may not see The strength you show, But even cracked You still can glow. So lift your head Though tears still fall. You’ve risen through The worst of all. This pain may stay But so will grace. There’s fire in Yo...

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...

  What Time Won’t Heal Time will not heal every wound Like a plant that cannot be pruned It has a beginning but has no end A Willow branch that cannot bend A path, a grove that gets no light No stars, no moon to fill your night A pain so deep in waters still It breaks your heart, it tests your will That soul who will not come around They are of this world, not in the ground But they have chosen to let you go And the loss of them has dimmed your glow They walked away. They are gone All you can do is carry on A lifetime of pain that is all too real  Yes, some wounds time will never heal Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.3.2025

Built From Grace When shadows stretch across the way, And skies forget the light of day. Still in your chest, a spark remains. A silent strength through losses, gains. It whispers,  “Rise, though winds may roar, You’ve crossed dark seas, and you’ll cross more.” Each trial carved a deeper grace. Each scar a map, each tear a trace. You are the flame that won’t burn out. The steady heart, the whispered shout, That says,  “I’m here. I’m not yet done. There’s more to climb, I’ve just begun.” The road ahead may twist and bend, But hope walks with you like a friend. And when your knees begin to shake, Your soul will rise for healing’s sake. Breathe deep, sweet soul. You’ve come so far. You’re made up of the brightest star. The storm has passed, the skies are clear. You’re not alone. You’re loved. You’re  here . So hold this truth through every tide: The light you seek is held inside. And even in your darkest place... You're made of strength and built from grace. Poetry Written B...