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  My Son It is early morning,  you have just blessed us with your presence.  I hold the oxygen to your nose. For your little heart could not do it on its own. They take you away to a place with hope of answers.  This is the beginning of your journey.  My heart is frantic. What is wrong, I am filled with worry. I wait for the Doctors to tell me what is wrong. The Doctors come and tell me, He may not be with you for very long.  There is one thing we can do. There is no guarantee.  We will send him away to a place….they say, we will see. There is so much uncertainty, yet I hold out hope.  That my little boy will make it,  So I can bring him home.  Poetry Written By: Alan Mack Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar

Life can be so messy  It's a wonder we survive Trying to be better at Learning how to thrive Mistakes turn into lessons But it's all just how you take it Adjusting to the changes I know that you will make it Accepting your role is A part of accountability Processing your emotions  Is your responsibility Letting go of anger And forgiving those who've done us wrong Helps to grow our character And can aid us to be strong Sometimes we struggle With keeping up the pace Life can be so hectic It's like we're in a race Life can be so messy It's easy to get scared So leave your mark on others Show the world you've cared Kindness makes a difference So please always be kind Take pleasure in this life of yours Leave a good imprint behind Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar    

I have a different theory, Think of things a different way.  All the bad that you've been through Before we met that day. I would never wish you pain, Solitude or tears. I understand you've had your share Over many years. But what I want to tell you It sounds as different as can be. Everything that happened Made the woman that I see. The one that has her guard up But still has love to share. The one who sees a friend in need Calls to show you that she cares. I know you carry hurt, Pain that folks don't get. But you are much more powerful Than anyone I've met. I'm glad they couldn't hear it The music in your voice. The symphony that I hear When you quiet all the noise. So thank you to the ones That really couldn't see. The magic in her eyes That was somehow meant for me. Poetry Written By: David Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar

She is created in purpose  and imagination. Her journey only defined by it's destination. She is her Master's Beauty. His Inspiration, His Siren. She is the Tool. When the Masterpiece is complete She is just, The Muse. Poetry Written By: Katyana Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar   

All this time together has really been a blast.  Accepting all my flaws and not judging me my past. The laughter and the cuddling, the love I feel is vast. The months keep adding up, and time has flown by fast. Thank you for embracing us, both me and my son. I guess I never knew that a relationship could be so fun. After all this searching, I think I'm finally done. With all my heart I feel like you could really be the one. The hours on the phone, and you've never made me cry. Wrapped up in your love, I feel like I could fly. I don't want to forget to thank the Lord up in the sky. For bringing someone special, you are the perfect guy. So thankful for this joy and the love that you have shown. In a short amount of time, our attachment’s really grown. I'm finally in a relationship where I don't feel so alone. So grateful for how you love me, you are the best man that I've known. You make my son smile, and tickle his funny bone. To be so happy and in love, has real...

Attempting to avoid my trauma  Causes me more pain. It's like trying to run faster To escape the rain. Hiding from my feelings That always hold me hostage. I can't tell you all the times That I have nearly lost it. I need to come to terms With all my inner anguish. Accept my vulnerability I know that I can vanquish. The stress that it has caused me I will end my suffering. Deal with all my problems Because they have had no buffering. Feeling better than I have In at least a full decade. Now that I am healing My pain will start to fade. I know I'm getting stronger I'm feeling much less stressed. Putting myself first I will always try my best. I am no longer at a crossroads My spirit's finally shining. Handling all my sorrows Has become my silver lining. Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar    

Recently gave myself permission to grow.  Unconsciously chose to suppress my glow, Hesitant to shine, declined to let it show. I need to free this energy and let it flow. Conditioned to consider a love I used to know, Made my response to emotional fitness a "no". Permission granted but that access is denied. When placing people accordingly, I feel alive. I'm done living my life just trying to survive. I've shed plenty of tears, I'm not afraid to cry. The rope around my vulnerability, I've untied. Allowed myself to feel all that I kept inside. Gave myself the "go ahead" to solidify lines. And stand on them properly when I see the signs, Of the people with a propensity to undermine. Like helping rumors move across many minds. You see confrontation and you lack a spine. Or cutting down others ideas to fit your design. They say it's better to ask forgiveness than to ask for permission. Prioritizing action over courtesy becomes the death of considerat...