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  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...

Across Every Lifetime I’d recognize your love anywhere. From down the street or the sky somewhere. On planet Earth or a distant star, My soul would know just who you are. For our bonded love is our legacy, Woven into my life’s tapestry. A thread of gold, a sacred flame, A passion time cannot reclaim. Our love's made of pure ecstasy, A vow that echoes endlessly. I’d burn down the heavens with the tears I’ve cried, If the gods ever took you from my side. I’d rise through realms to find your face, Unravel time, collapse all space. No force could ever make me stray. I’d choose you still, in every way. So if this life should fade or fall, I’ll find you always. Through it all. In every breath, in dream or sign, You’ll know I’m yours, and you are mine. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.19.2025

Mama, How I Miss You Mama, how I miss you Life is not the same I have survivor's guilt I feel like I’m to blame I’m supposed to carry on But I don’t know how to do it How can I keep going Without you here to help me through it Some days I hear your whisper In a breeze or a moonbeam But when I reach to hold you You vanish like a dream I try to be so strong I smile, I fake, I cope But deep inside, I’m begging For one more thread of hope I wish that I had said more I wish that I had known That you’d be gone so quickly And I’d face this world alone I talk to you in silence I cry when no one sees I hope you hear my aching heart When I drop down to my knees But maybe love like ours Can never break or die And maybe when I miss you You’re the warmth behind the sky But sometimes in the quiet When I’m crumbling at the seams I feel you wrap around me Like sunlight in my dreams Mama, how I miss you I hope you know how much you meant I swear you’re here right now For I smell your powdered scent...

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

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

The Seductress You’re not just a writer but a seductress with ink, You put into words what our dirty minds think. Your verses undress us with flicks of your pen, Then tease us to beg you to do it again. A whimper, a rhythm, a sultry soft moan, You tempt every craving with heat in your tone. You conjure desire in sentence and rhyme, A siren of syntax, a mistress of time. With metaphors wicked and stanzas that bite, You make lust feel sacred and shadows feel right. You don’t just write stories… you summon the flame… And we read you with hunger, as we whisper your name. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.19.2025

RELEASE I feel the breeze comb through my hair. The water cleanses my despair. The sand squishes between my toes, As I watch which way the ocean flows. The birds drop low to the water’s edge. A child waves from a windows' ledge. An early morning thunderstorm. A group of girls from their college dorm. The world is waking, soft and slow, With secrets only morning knows. And in this hush, I find my place. A breath, a rhythm, a quiet grace. I pause beneath the open sky. And feel the ache that used to cry, Begin to fade with ocean air… I breathe in hope. Release despair. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.19.2025

Grief Is An Ocean Grief is an ocean. The pain are the waves. You’re surrounded by water. Trapped in it for days. It comes and it goes. It can last your whole life. Millions of ripples. That slice like a knife. It pulls you down in silence. Just when you catch your breath. A current made of memories. A tide that speaks of death. But floating in the sorrow, Are fragments of the past. The laughter and the love, That somehow seem to last. The shoreline feels so distant, But it’s always drawing near. Each tear you cry a compass, To the ones you hold most dear. And though the storm may linger, And salt still stains your skin, You’re learning how to navigate, The aching world within. So let the waters rise and fall. You’ve learned to ride their flow. Grief may never leave you, But you choose the way you grow. For in your chest, a lighthouse, Still bravely dares to burn. A beacon lit by love, For those who won’t return. You might walk with absence, But you don’t walk alone… you’re whole. You c...

  Canva AI Image The Misconception Of Kindness Why do people assume, my kindness is a weakness? Just because I’m nice doesn’t mean I’m full of meekness. I will always be protective, of those for which I care. I won’t allow a single one to get caught in your snare. I would’ve given my last dime, but you chose to deceive. You filled me with so many lies. You thought I would believe. I guess you thought no matter what, that we would always stay. But we’re coming to a reckoning, and it’s YOU leaving today. I’ve met your kind so many times and I won’t let you tear us down. I’m stronger now and I’m the one who will straighten out our crowns. I won’t let you near them. No matter what the cost. In the end it’s you who loses, for there’s nothing that we’ve lost. You call us names; nerd, geek and loser and expect us just to take it. But I’ve raised my son to know right from wrong, and your cycle? We’re gonna break it! I’ve packed your bags, your car is full and you’d better start walking out...