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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  

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 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...