Voices in the Fire


by, Samantha Syrnich TLC

When the house is on fire,
cries pierce the night,
Urgent and raw,
in desperate flight.
We don’t tell the screaming souls to speak low,
For in flames,
there’s no time for a gentle show.

Trauma strikes,
and voices rise,
From the depths of pain,
from tear-streaked eyes.
It’s not ours to judge how they call,
In their shattered world,
as they try not to fall.

Every scream,
every shout,
every silent plea,
Is a testament to their fierce,
aching plea.
Let them roar,
let them cry,
let their anguish unfold,
For in their chaos,
their story is told.

Be mindful of hearts in the grip of despair,
Their voices are fractured,
beyond repair.
Dictate not their tone,
nor their way to cope,
For in their response,
lies the seed of hope.

So when you hear the cries,
the screams that don’t cease,
Remember,
in their pain,
they seek release.
Stand with them,
listen,
let their truth inspire,
For every voice matters,
when the house is on fire.

© 2024 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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