Rise of the Eagle

by, Samantha Syrnich TLC

I strive to be like the eagle.

So much has been taken from me, and yet I still stand. Misunderstood, falsely labeled, attacked from every angle—even after all I’ve sacrificed. The weight is crushing at times. My body bears the scars of too many hits. I feel the failing in my bones. I feel the isolation of being hunted and surveilled, every keystroke, every word spoken and recorded. And still, I wonder—will I live to see justice served on this earth? Or will my truth be buried, while the crimes against humanity committed against me and mine continue unanswered?

I’ve come to see the world differently through this fire. Humanity can be selfish, blind, uncaring when it comes to atrocities endured by others. They turn away. They are afraid to stand. Corruption runs so deep most can’t even begin to understand it. What the media shows is only the tip of an iceberg. I know the depths below.

But then I remember the eagle.

The only bird that dares to attack an eagle is a crow. The crow perches on its back, pecking relentlessly at its neck. Annoying. Relentless. But the eagle does not fight. It does not waste its energy. It rises.

The higher the eagle soars, the thinner the air becomes. The crow cannot follow. Eventually, it loses its grip, gasps for air, and falls away—not because the eagle fought, but because the eagle ascended.

I want to live like that eagle. I want to keep rising. I want to take all the blows meant to drag me down and let them fuel my ascent. Let the crows peck, let them talk. I will not waste myself in their games. My strength will be found in elevation, in the vision that sees further, higher, truer.

I long to rise into the life I know I am here to create—books finished, films brought to light for awareness, healing made possible for children, for veterans, for all who deserve better. Not just for me and mine, but for a world broken and in need of light.

I will keep writing. I will keep testifying. I will keep creating. I will keep rising.

The crows cannot follow me forever. My wings were never made for the ground.

© 2025. Samantha Syrnich TLC, All rights reserved.

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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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