The Quilt of Me

Stitched together, patch by patch,
A tapestry of moments no thread can match.
Each square a story, each seam a line,
Bound by the fabric of a life that’s mine.

Here’s a corner, frayed and torn,
Where I learned to rise from the scorn.
There’s a patch, all colors bright,
A burst of joy, a summer’s light.

Threads of gold from a fleeting friend,
Worn but shining, they never end.
A darker piece, so heavy, so cold,
Yet it taught me the strength to hold.

Some squares are plain, their colors fade,
Yet quiet moments where peace was made.
Others align in a perfect array,
The rhythm of love, a dancer’s sway.

The hands that quilted were not my own,
Guided by whispers, by winds unknown.
An ancestor’s hymn, a stranger’s gaze,
Their essence woven into my days.

And though the edges remain unfinished,
A work in progress, never diminished.
Each stitch tells a story, a thread, a plea—
Together they form the quilt of me.

© 2024 Samantha Syrnich TLC

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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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