The Radiant Bloom

by, Samantha Syrnich (TLC)

Amidst a hill where whispers roam,
A flower thrived,
a place called home.
Each passerby,
a critic’s voice,
With words that made the bloom rejoice,
Or wilt in sorrow’s gripping hold,
Their thoughts,
a tale the flower’s told.

Yet,
one kind soul in quiet grace,
Stood by,
a smile upon their face.
“It’s never about you, my friend,”
Their words a balm,
a gentle mend.
“For beauty seen,
it lies within,
Reflecting where one’s heart has been.”

So learned the flower on that day,
To heed not what the critics say.
For in its core,
a truth did gleam,
A beauty deep,
a radiant beam.
No more enslaved to others’ view,
It bloomed,
in hues of every hue.

With petals wide,
in splendid sight,
It glowed beneath the sun’s pure light.
For in its gaze,
a wondrous gleam,
It saw itself,
a splendid dream.
A lesson learned,
a truth revealed,
Its beauty true,
no more concealed.

— Samantha Syrnich (TLC)

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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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