Stop Waiting

Stop Waiting

Stop waiting for the perfect day,
For storms to pass or clouds to fade.
The sun will rise, the moon will wane,
Yet time moves on through joy and pain.

The clock won’t pause for doubt or fear,
Its rhythm whispers, loud and clear.
Each tick, a chance, a fleeting spark—
A call to step into the dark.

Dreams don’t bloom on someday’s soil,
Nor grow through endless fear or toil.
They wait for action, bold and true—
For courage born in hearts like you.

Stop waiting for the stars to align,
For fate to draw a flawless sign.
Leap now, for time won’t halt its stride—
Your destiny waits just outside.

So grasp the hour, fierce and strong,
The melody of life’s short song.
For while you linger, time flies through—
Stop waiting, for it won’t wait for you.

© 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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