The waves may rise, relentless and bold,
Their frothy peaks, stories untold.
The winds may howl, the skies may weep,
Yet through it all, the lighthouse keeps.
A beacon stands, steadfast, bright,
Piercing through the endless night.
Its golden glow, a tender guide,
Amid the tempest, by your side.
O weary soul, adrift, unsure,
The currents strong, the path obscure,
Lift your eyes to the shining flame,
A promise whispered in its name.
Each pulse of light, a steady hand,
To pull you toward the promised land.
It speaks of hope, of strength unseen,
Of calm horizons, vast and serene.
Do not fear the storm’s embrace,
Its trials mold, its waves erase.
The light endures, the way is clear,
A future bright is drawing near.
For through the shadows, we learn to see,
The beauty found in mystery.
And in the glow, the heart can cope,
Forever guided by the flame of hope.
© 2024 Samantha Syrnich TLC, all rights reserved.
Published by Samantha Syrnich TLC
About The Hand Behind The Phoenix Quill— I’ve lived many lives within one — some born of light, some forged in fire. Each left its mark, and in the ashes, I found my voice. The Phoenix Quill was never just a name; it became my heartbeat — a place where pain turned to purpose, and truth was no longer something to survive, but something to share. I am a poet, artist, advocate, and storyteller — guided by a love that refuses to die quietly. Through words and imagery, I tell stories of resilience, of rising when the world says you’ve fallen too far. My work carries pieces of the people and places that shaped me — veterans, children, the voiceless, the forgotten — and the fire that demanded their stories be heard. Every poem, every painting, every creation under The Phoenix Quill is born from that promise: to turn heartbreak into healing, to honor truth even when it burns, and to remind others that they, too, can rise. This is my life’s work — to give voice to the silence, hope to the weary, and beauty to the broken. Welcome to The Phoenix Quill: Words Born of Fire, Inked in Truth. Where ashes become art — and every word remembers how to rise.
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