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  The Thrill Of A Lie It’s easy to get lost In the thrill of their lies The kind we’ve heard whispered From all the same guys But the thing about lies Is one day they unravel Lost in the dust With your tears in the gravel You want to believe You could live this dream life Enchanted by thoughts Of becoming their wife I know we’ve all done it Hell, I’m probably the worst We fall for each line Of the lies they’ve rehearsed Oh, trust and believe That I’ve been there before Believing their lies Stacked so high at my door I just hope you remember That it’s  YOU  that’s the gem Don’t get caught in their snares Or the traps set by them And I hope you don’t think I trash talk only guys I know all too well How we women spread lies But this life we’re all craving We can start on our own We don’t need someone else To share what we’ve grown And no I’m not saying That your heart should stay numb But let’s all plant these seeds And see what we’ll become I know life’s a journey That can ...

  I Will Rise  The silence feels heavier than diamond or stone, A sad, hollow echo where love had once shone. The nights are still long, and my tears always fall, And grief paints its shadows across every wall. Yet in this ever aching night, A flicker glows. A softer light. For sorrow, though it bends my frame, Cannot erase love’s steady flame. The heart remembers, fierce and true, The bond that time cannot undo. Though loss has carved its ruthless scar, It shows me just how strong we are. So let me grieve, but let me grow, Through shattered ground new roots still show. And when tomorrow calls my name, I’ll rise again. Though not the same. For hope is born where pain resides, And healing blooms where love abides. The dark may linger, but I see… A brighter day still waits for me. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright 11.8.2025

  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

  Into The Thaw You come off cold. Your heart encased, In layers thick with frost. But if you let me help you thaw, You’ll find what once was lost. If you choose to stay this way, The ice will surely spread. Yet if you let me through your walls, I’ll melt each frozen thread. I understand why you retreat, Why icy silence hides your pain. But walls that keep out hurt and loss Bind love in heavy chain. I vow to stay, through sun or storm, No matter what may be. For I was once an ice queen too… Entrapped in misery. If you don’t allow the ice to melt, You’ll lose your tender soul. You’ll never feel the warmth again, You’ll break and won’t be whole. But I can see beneath it all, The brilliant way you used to glow. Together we’ll reclaim your fire, And let your true and pure heart flow. So take my hand. Release the past, Let winter’s coldness flee. Your spring awaits, just trust my warmth… And fall  into  the  thaw   with   me. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunb...

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...

  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...

  The Depth of Your Strength You say you’re finally healing And it’s all because of me That you no longer play the victim And you finally feel happy And God, I am so thankful But I need for you to know That it’s YOU that made this happen For you’ve found your inner glow I watched you rise above Through every broken thought And silence every demon That you’ve ever fought You took the shattered pieces  That were left behind And turned them into something That is stronger and refined You faced the bitter truth As you broke the binding chain You poured out all of your soul And healed all of your pain And now you shine in ways So honest, pure and true A light that even night Could never now undo You did all the work When you fought against the dark It’s YOU that gets the credit You reignited your own spark I may have been the one That helped you start to see But you’re the hero in this story For  YOU  set your spirit free Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright...

  The Chains That Bind Every day I feel this dread. The moment I get out of bed. It’s overwhelming. I’m all consumed. It’s like my life is only doomed. I really need to find a way. To stop this feeling that wants to stay. If only it would finally end. Then maybe I could start to mend. But healing whispers, soft and clear. Remind me that the light is near. Though shadows cling and hopes feel small. I have the strength to face it all. Each breath I take, each step I try. Is proof my spirit will not die. For even through the weight I bear. A brighter dawn waits in the air. And when that day begins to rise. I’ll greet the sun with clearer eyes. No longer trapped, no longer chained. But freer, stronger, and reclaimed. I am the light, I am the flame. Each day I wake, I’ll rise again. Through all the darkness, I will see. There’s still a brighter part of me. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 8.24.2025

The Purge It’s like my trauma is an illness That  you  think  you  need to cure And the way you try to change me Shows me that you’re insecure My past has helped to grow me All the way down to my core And what you’ve done is more than enough For me to walk out the door I won’t even attempt to try Or bother to explain To someone who doesn’t listen And tries to make me feel insane Yes, I’m really leaving I’ve had more than I can endure Because I deserve the kind of love That offers strength and that is pure And the only thing you offer Is a way to break me down But try hard to remember That when we met I wore a crown I’ve given you all the chances But your eyes still refuse to see The best of me was shining Long before you tried to alter me No longer will I question If I’m worthy or if I’m whole For I have walked through fire And it has tempered out my soul Of course there’s things I want to say But I’ll resist the urge Because you aren’t worth my energy You’re just so...

  Beneath The Skies When shadows fall and doubts arise, And dreams seem lost beneath the skies, There burns a flame, though small and shy, A spark of strength that will not die. Through weary roads and heavy rain, We walk with hearts that bear the strain. But every step, though slow or steep, Is proof of courage buried deep. The night may whisper tales of fear, Yet morning’s promise draws us near. With every dawn, a brand new chance. A song of hope, a life to dance. So lift your chin, let silence sing, The world still turns, and hearts still spring. You are the light the dark can’t steal, A soul that rises, dares to heal. The cracks you’ve earned from battles fought, Are lines where light pours through each thought. You’ve weathered storms, you’ve felt the flame. And still, you rise, still speak your name. The mountain bowed but did not break. Your spirit's strong for others’ sake. And now it’s time… you’re not alone. This path you walk's not paved in stone. Not every hero wear...