I rise from the hush between heartbeats, from the echo of storms I never asked to weather— soft-boned, soul-tired, but stitched together with a will that refuses to dim.
There is a place inside me where the shadows kneel, where the truth I earned the hard way waits with open palms. I meet her there, the woman I am becoming— the one who walks barefoot across old wounds as if they were warm sand.
The world has taken much, but not my voice, and not the quiet brilliance that flickers beneath my ribs like a lantern determined not to go out.
I am no longer chasing love— I am becoming it. I am no longer searching for home— I am remembering I carry it within me.
And when the night leans in, I lift my face, let the sky see me, and whisper—
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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The Phoenix Quill: Words Born of Fire, Inked in Truth 