Pedestals of Sand

Art: ‘Crumbled Ideals’

Pedestals of Sand

By, Samantha Syrnich TLC

Beware the pedestals you build so high,
With hands of clay and fleeting dreams,
For man-made gods are bound to die,
In the shadows of your silent screams.

Imagination weaves a lethal spell,
Perceptions blind the thinking mind,
Yet in the end,
the truth will tell,
That gods of man are far from kind.

Fragile are the idols we create,
Disposable as the whims we chase,
Expectations only feed the weight,
Of illusions time will soon erase.

So,
measure worth in fleeting things,
Not in desires that can deceive,
For shattered hopes and broken wings,
Are the gifts of those we believe.

Steinbeck saw through the disguise,
In wisdom,
warned of idols’ fall,
Review your trust,
where it lies,
Or face the shattered truth of all.

©️ 2024 Samantha Syrnich TLC, All Rights Reserved.
Art: ‘Crumbled Ideals’

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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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