Creator, please protect me from the ones I love who never learned how to love me back. Guard my heart from their harm, their manipulation, their indifference dressed as care.
Place a shield between my softness and their brokenness. Let my spirit stay open— but not exposed. Let my heart stay tender— but not targetable.
And if anyone I love comes toward me with hands that wound instead of hands that hold, please redirect them… far from my peace, far from my path, far from the parts of me I worked so hard to rebuild.
Protect me, Creator, from those who enjoy my vulnerability but refuse my humanity. Protect me from those who love my presence but not my well-being.
I am your child. Please keep me safe from anyone who calls themselves love but behaves like harm.
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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