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  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

  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

  FOOL'S GOLD Never again You won’t see my face The way you treat others Is such a disgrace Your essence is toxic Your lips drip with lies You’re selfish and hateful Beneath your disguise You’re like a fungus A spore or black mold You think you’re a gem But you’re just fool’s gold You’re made up of layers But even snakes shed their skin You’re not only noxious You’re the eighth deadly sin It took at most months And not several years To see how you prey Upon everyone’s fears You find out their secrets Then laugh as you share Breaking their hearts They just laid out bare But here’s a little something  I guess you didn’t know Those others you talk to See how you dim their glow They like themselves more Than they’ll ever like you They’ll have long walked away Before you’ll have your first clue So go wear your charm And spin your tall tales The ship that I’m on Has long set its sails Now I’ve risen up And I’ve slammed the door I won't allow you to imprint On my life  ANYMORE O...

  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

  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...

In The Afterglow I’m sitting in the afterglow of your wicked, raging storm. You tried to break me with the winds, but I have been reborn. You thundered through my open skies, with fury, fire, and rain. You carved your name in lightning just to watch me bend in pain. But here I sit in golden light, still breathing, soft, and strong. You never knew the kind of soul that turns the hurt to song. So take your chaos, leave your ash, I’ve bloomed beyond the flame. I wear the light you meant to steal… And proudly bear my name. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.18.2025