I have learned to hold my heart steady in a world that bites at the soft places, a world that sometimes applauds the wrong things, the loud things, the cruel things.
But love— real love, the kind carved from my rib and my scars— does not clap for injustice. It does not dance when someone falls. It does not feed off whispers or shadowed halls of blame.
Love waits. Love watches. Love endures the long nights when lies try to braid themselves into truth.
And then— when the moment comes, when light rises like a quiet army over the battlefield of what’s been hidden— love rejoices. Not because someone loses, but because the truth finally wins out.
And in that victory I feel my spine straighten, my breath deepen, my soul remember itself— for I was made to align with what is right, not what is easy.
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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