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  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

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...

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

  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