Maybe I could save myself a thousand trembling pages and simply say this:
I will always love you.
But love like mine was never soft or simple— it was carved through years that shattered me in places no one could see, in places I still bleed from when the world goes quiet.
My soul does break. It has broken more times than anyone should survive. But every time it split open, the truth inside me grew louder, braver, clearer.
Honor became the root I clung to when everything fell apart. Respect— the boundary I learned to protect after a lifetime of being denied it. Wisdom— the bloom earned from surviving what should have ended me. And truth— truth is the only thing my cracks have ever let escape without apology.
So take this, not as a vow of perfection, but as the last unbroken piece I still choose to offer:
I loved you with a heart that fractured and kept beating anyway. I loved you with a soul rebuilt from splinters and fire.
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 