The Silent Watchers

In the quiet corners where shadows play,
Observant souls in silence stay.
They speak not much,
but keenly see
The world unfold its mystery.

With eyes that pierce through veils of lies,
They catch the truth in fleeting sighs.
Patterns broken,
shifts in tone,
They sense the secrets yet unknown.

A twitch of hand,
a glance askew,
No hidden motive escapes their view.
Strategic kindness,
forced display,
They see through masks that others play.

Inauthentic energy,
a false embrace,
These watchers spot with calm,
clear grace.
They move ahead,
one step,
no sound,
In the realm of truth,
they’re always found.

For those who watch,
who keenly feel,
The silent signs that truth reveals,
Stay vigilant,
for in your eyes,
The world’s concealed realities lie.

07/25/2024

Author, Samantha Syrnich™️
Art by, Me

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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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