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Letting  Him  Step In  I think I’m at my breaking point, But God says I am wrong.  He says I can face anything, For He built my spirit strong. But some days I don’t feel so strong. In fact, I feel quite weak. I send up prayers every night, For the guidance that I seek. I ask Him why the road feels steep, Why burdens never cease. Why strength can feel so far away, When all I want is peace. And in the silence of my doubt, When answers don’t appear. I feel Him in the quiet calm, That gently draws me near. So maybe strength isn’t the roar, I thought it had to be. It’s choosing to keep moving on, When no one else can see. And even on my weakest days, When I can barely stand. I know that I don’t walk alone, I’m held within His hand. Maybe strength is not the fight, I thought I had to win. So I’m leaning on His promises… And letting  Him  step in. Original Poetry Written By  Eryn Dunbar   Copyright ©️ 4.23.2026

  A True Knight’s Valor They swore their lives unto the crown, To always answer their king’s call. Believing honor was obedience, No matter who might fall. But when he looked upon the dragon, He slowly sheathed his sword. For justice held a higher place, Than allegiance to a lord. He knew what this could cost him, Title, home, and knightly fame. But honor without righteousness, Was honor but in name. And so he and his brothers, Together made a stand. To guard the magic and its wielders, Found throughout the land. The crown declared them traitors, And banished every knight. But exile could not sway the men, Who knew their cause was right. They sought no throne among them, Nor came with foolish pride. They joined as friends and equals, And stood right by their side. The wounds of generations, Had finally begun to mend. As those once called an enemy, Became a trusted friend. The healers left the forests, The dragons filled the skies. The fae emerged from hidden realms, Before the knig...

No Dragons Were Slain Dragons weren’t fearsome, They were gentle and kind. Keepers of knowledge, That enlightened the mind. They could pass through the realms, Of both shadow and light. For they possessed ancient wisdom, And the gift of third sight. Kingdoms could not tame them, Though they sought the upper hand. But our dragons loved their freedom, And would not bend to our command. It wasn’t flame they feared the most, Nor the talons dragons grew. What frightened every kingdom, Was how much the dragons knew. They carried truths throughout the ages, Every secret crowns concealed. No king could buy their silence, For fear the truth would be revealed. So the kings made their decision, The people’s minds now full of lies. They made a proclamation, That every dragon dies. The kings’ determination, Filled their lands with dread. A bounty placed upon the dragons, For every severed head. They could have scorched the kingdoms, And set the lands aflame. But harming those who’d done no wrong, W...

  Before The Fairytales It has echoed throughout our history, That we fear what we don’t know. And kingdoms often answered fear, By striking the first blow. If you were deemed as magical, You were driven from the land. Cast away from the life you knew, Condemned by crown and hand. The healers sought the forests, The dragons claimed the skies. The fae retreated underground, Beyond all mortal eyes. The giants climbed the mountains, Where no king’s flag could wave. The mermaids kept to oceans’ depths, Where no one else would brave. Their names became old legends, Their truths were dressed as lore. The things we call impossible, Had simply gone before. For magic hasn’t disappeared, It’s merely learned to hide. In whispered tales and ancient songs, Where moonlit secrets bide. And history repeats itself, More often than we see. For every myth begins somewhere… Perhaps  from memory. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright ©️ 8.5.2026

  Fish Out Of Water She’s a fish out of water That others watch flounder Her shells are all broken The ones that once crowned her They sit and they watch As she bakes in the sand But not even once Have they offered a hand She’s out of her element A fish from the sea Left to suffer alone With her unanswered plea If some gentle soul Could just put her back in She’d swim with a vengeance She might actually win But this is just something She can’t do on her own She’s praying to God That His mercy is shown She feels like she’s dying Her breath starts to waver Feeling so helpless With no one to save her She suddenly realizes Though a little too late That her lonely death Was always her fate So she closes her eyes For the very last time The most beautiful fish… Has now died in her prime Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 11.14.2025

Echo Of Almost I thought you were my one, true love. Instead you’re my eternal ache. I thought you’d always cherish me, But you caused my heart to break. I thought you were my forever, Not my echo of almost. Now I cry myself to sleep each night, In the house that holds your ghost. I still hear you in the silence. In the spaces you once filled. Every room seems to remember us, As though here, our time had stilled. I don’t know when the shift began, Or what words you couldn’t say. And though you slowly vanished, This pain won’t fade away. I replay every promise, Like they’re written in the air. Trying to understand, How our love could disappear. You’re gone, but not completely. That’s the cruelest part of all. You left your imprint everywhere, In the rooms and on each wall. And though Death didn’t take you, You are nowhere I can find. So I’ll grieve you in the memories, That still occupy my mind. Maybe one day these echoes, Won’t hurt the way they do. But tonight I sit with sorrow… Still...

The Exit Wound I’m falling to pieces I’m standing here broken Where I want to fix us You think that I’m joking I beg you to see me To meet me halfway But instead you walk past Like there’s nothing to say You voice that I’m needy While rolling your eyes You don’t see the truth Just your version of lies I try to reach out But you turn and deflect And I’m left with this silence That feels like neglect I’m tired of aching I’m done feeling small Of loving someone Who gives nothing at all I begged you to fight But instead you let go Now I finally see What I needed to know This isn’t love It’s a cycle of pain And staying with you Would drive me insane So I’ll pack up my pieces And carry them home I may walk away broken But won’t mindlessly roam Because healing begins When the hurting can end So that love that I gave you I now choose to rescind Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 8.21.2025

  It’s In The Way You Make Me Laugh I love the way you love me, And how you always make me laugh. Laughter’s a strong emotion, One I crave as an empath. You read me without asking, Sense the shifts I never say. You know when I am fading, And you push my gloom away. When the world feels far too heavy, And my heart feels paper-thin. You don’t try to fix the chaos, You just pull me safely in. Your humor breaks the tension, Like sunlight through a crack. You remind me who I am, When I start to get off track. You make space for all my feelings, Never asking me to shrink. You let me feel things deeply, Without pushing me to think. And in that shared laughter, In the joy you help me find. I feel seen, I feel protected, I feel loved, and not confined. Because loving me means patience, And you wear it like a gift. You don’t dull my sensitivity, You help it to uplift. So if you ever wonder why, Your laughter means so much to me. It’s because you love me gently… And that’s where I am most fre...