Eryona Writes! Copyright (c) 2024

  I Will Rise  The silence feels heavier than diamond or stone, A hollow echo where love had once shone. The nights are so long, as my tears still fall, And grief paints shadows across the wall. Yet even in this 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. I'll stake my claim. 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 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 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 Battle Beyond the Field (A Tribute to the Unseen Heroes) They trained with fire behind their eyes, And left beneath uncertain skies. To stand where danger dared to tread, To walk through war while others fled. They bore the weight of every land, With trembling soul and steady hand. And though the guns have ceased their song, Their battle still goes marching on. For war does not end with the fight, It lingers deep in dreams at night. In every silence, every sound, A memory still circles ‘round. We see them walking through the day, With haunted eyes they turn away. Yet still they rise, again, again, Unbroken hearts. Women and men. The bravest souls are those who feel, Yet choose to fight, and choose to heal. Who carry pain that won’t be seen, And wear their scars while we keep clean. So here we stand, our hearts made wide, With open arms and tearful pride. To every soldier, hear our prayer. You are not lost. We see you there. We thank you for the gift you gave, For every path a...

Second Gear I have always told myself Try not to shed a tear And do not ever let yourself Go face-to-face with fear And absolutely never let Anyone come near I’m sure that it’s the reason why I’m stuck in second gear I just can’t seem to change my ways Or my point of view When others want me to let them in I don’t know what to do I’ve built my walls up so high Not sure that I’ll break through But recently I’ve started trying Since the day that I met you I’ve always kept my thoughts inside Afraid of letting go I learned to run from every truth And never let it show I smile when I am breaking down So no one else will know But you saw past the practiced mask And let your patience grow I don’t yet know what love should mean But something feels so right For once I see a different path No longer lost in night You’ve lit a spark I can’t explain That brings my heart to light So if you’re here to walk with me Please stay and hold on tight Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.1...

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...