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Willow Tree Canva AI Image Willow Tree I am so tired of the games that you’ve played. The price that is needed is too high to be paid. I thought this love was something I wouldn’t trade. Like your favorite song, that is often overplayed. But it isn’t love when you’re left feeling afraid. There sit our rings, that we had engraved. No matter what, some things can’t be saved. But is it even love when you’re feeling enslaved? Left with a bitterness when it’s the sweetness I craved. So I will start a new journey. Take the roads left unpaved. No longer feel trapped. I am finally free. Once in a nightmare. Now your face I don’t see. Light shines through the branches of my Willow tree. I am safe and secure. I embrace the new me. My life has found balance and I am truly happy. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 3.2.2025 

  Wings Canva AI Image With Wings I Take Flight You clip my wings when I’m ready to soar. Why do you always need me to give more? I think you’re a mistake that I’ve made before. For my own sake, I should walk out that door. You hold me back when all I want is to race. This isn’t a love that I want to embrace. You’re like the demons that I no longer face. I think bowing out will be my saving grace. My light is now fading. It’s starting to die. I’m praying for God to answer my cry. The decision is made. Now I’m going to try. Look at me go.. I am soaring so high! Wings no longer clipped. Away I now fly! Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 3.2.2025

  Canva AI Image The Foundation Of Love THE FOUNDATION OF LOVE I think passion is like beauty. It will also fade. So marrying your best friend is the best plan made. I know friendship is the key to this foundation. I’ve only recently come to this realization. So I think when I am ready that’s what I’m gonna look for. Something that I’ve definitely never had before. And maybe all my past relationships have been a lie. The reason why I was always with the wrong guy. How many of you already knew this? Have been living this whole time in wedded bliss? Is it some secret, private conversation? I’d be shouting it to the entire nation! Because I want all of us to be happy and in love. Because I think this is what true dreams are made of. A deep love that is shared with your best friend. This is what I want. And now I’m ready to begin. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.22.2025

A Willow Tree Canva AI Image Beneath The Willow Tree   I saw you today, beneath the willow tree.  I’m glad you’re at peace and finally free. From the pain that ravaged your entire body. It held you so tight and so cruelly. Watching you suffer while I stood helplessly. I’ll be honest with you. I miss your sweet face. And being held in the warmth of your gentle embrace. You are someone I could never replace. That’s why I come so often to your resting place.  Just to be near you. Wrapped in your grace. And so I update you about what’s going on. I swear I hear your laughter even though you’re gone.  I think you’d like my new friend. His name is John. He used my poetry in his latest song. And he makes me feel like the most beautiful swan. He truly makes me shine. Such an alluring glow. Don’t worry yourself. We are taking things slow.  Our lives woven together, while the both of us sew. Now it’s getting dark, so I’d better go. But I’ll be back tomorrow, when the sun’s...

Canva AI Image THE TWENTIES I THOUGHT I MISSED (Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to - Poetry Prompt) Is it true? Are they over? Is it time to say goodbye? Thirties knocking on my door and I think I’m gonna cry. My twenties were the best years of my whole adult life. Yeah fine. I didn’t marry and become somebody’s wife. I’ll do that next year. I’ll have more than enough time. Right now there is a mountain that I must try my best to climb. But I miss my twenties. Although the memories are blurred. From all that time spent drinking at loud bars where you’re not heard. So what?! Thought I’d be married with kids by twenty five. Instead I partied most night's and felt ‘oh so’ alive! Wait. Now that I’m thinking. My life had yet begun. I started living my best life the year I had my son. Thirty six. I’d go back and be with baby Jax one more time. Hold him in my arms. Read him one more nursery rhyme. Smell his powder fresh hair. Marvel...

The Seed Canva AI Image The Seed My soul is tied down And it wants to be freed Away from the grove Where you planted the seed Vines wrapped around me Pulling me into the ground Screaming and yelling But no help to be found Coiled so tightly I barely can move Your lies tell a story I can’t seem to disprove The trees, grown so tall That you’re trapped in the shade No light shining down On one single grass blade Can’t see ahead The path has been blurred The darkness so heavy No sound can be heard Surrounded by evil Your black trickery Consumed by your hate That’s directed at me But I will break free Of these chains that do bind Again I’ll be whole My body, soul and my mind Finally running Into light’s warm embrace Protected by God And a heavenly grace Not under your spell I broke free of the trap I’m no longer held Within your evil grasp And I healed the grove Where you planted your seed It’s now covered in light With its innocence freed Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c...

  IF EVER I’M AFRAID  AN ODE TO A MOM (OR A DAD) I will follow on this path On the stones already laid I know you’ll hold my hand If ever I’m afraid In my eyes you’re a hero The best mom (dad) ever made I bask in the glow Of your light that won’t fade You’ve said it so often Like a song that’s replayed That I am your jewel The most beautiful Jade So safe and secure In your arms where I’ve stayed Sleeping so soundly While awake you have prayed No matter how often Your nerves might get frayed The life you’ve created I’m not willing to trade Where I might struggle You always give aid When the sun is too bright You offer your shade So yes I’ll walk this path On the stones that you have laid Because I know you’ll always hold my hand If ever I’m afraid Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.27.2025