Echoes of Freedom

To silence a voice,
to hush a cry,
Is to dim the truth beneath the sky.
For in each word,
a soul does speak,
And in each ear,
the truth we seek.

When voices fall to shadows’ reign,
We bind the spirit with unseen chain.
Not just the speaker,
but those who hear,
Are robbed of wisdom,
held so dear.

For freedom’s fire must brightly blaze,
In every thought,
in every phrase.
To stifle speech is to deny
The light of truth,
the human eye.

So let the words flow,
unrestrained,
For in their course,
true freedom’s gained.
And let each ear embrace the sound,
Of voices free,
unbound,
profound.

©️ Samantha Syrnich

Art: ‘Covenant of Peace’
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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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