A Healing Presence: The Medicine of You


by, Samantha Syrnich TLC

When the ache arrives like thunderclouds,
You walk in—
tail sweeping proud.
No stethoscope,
no white coat worn,
Just eyes like sky after the storm.

A silken hush,
a heartbeat near,
You press your soul to all I fear.
Your breath—
like jasmine on the breeze—
Untangles pain with quiet ease.

You carry sunlight in your fur,
A living flame,
a gentle purr
of presence wrapped in warmth and will—
The kind no doctor’s hands can fill.

Your gaze is amber,
sea,
and fire,
A sacred spark,
a soul entire.
Not just a dog—
no,
more than friend—
You are the means by which I mend.

No dosage marked,
no cost,
no pain,
And yet,
you set my world aflame
with hope,
with grace,
with something new—
A colorburst in shades of you.

So when the world forgets to care,
I turn,
and you are always there—
A masterpiece in fur and light,
My medicine through darkest night.

“A Healing Presence”
Artist & Author: 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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