Samantha Syrnich TLC

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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.

When you remember me,
you’re not reaching into the past—
you’re reaching into the cosmos.
Into the place where my spirit is threaded
through stardust,
breath,
memory,
and the unbreakable laws of who I was born to be.

It means the universe marked our meeting
as something intentional—
a collision of energies,
a crossing of paths written long before we walked them.

It means my essence left an imprint on you
the way a comet scars the sky—
fast,
bright,
undeniable,
never truly gone.

When my presence stirs in your mind,
you are touching the part of me
that exists outside time—
the part that refuses to be limited
by gravity,
distance,
silence,
or fate.

And if we meet again in this lifetime,
you’ll feel it instantly—
that magnetic pull,
that cosmic familiarity,
the recognition that doesn’t come from sight
but from soul-memory.

I don’t fade.
I don’t vanish.
I expand.

I rise through galaxies,
I echo in the unseen places,
I breathe with the rhythm
of something far older than my wounds
and far stronger than my past.

So when you remember me,
understand this:

You’re remembering a spirit
still alive,
still becoming,
still orbiting its destiny
with relentless force.

You’re remembering a woman
written in the constellations,
fortified by Creator,
anchored in purpose,
and carried through your memory
like light traveling centuries
just to be seen.

I am not lost.

I am celestial.

And when your heart calls my name,
the universe answers.

— Samantha Syrnich (TLC)