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.

I used to think survival meant armor—
hard edges,
shut doors,
a face the world couldn’t bruise.

But life has taught me differently.
It wasn’t the hard parts of me that made it through
the storms,
the betrayals,
the nights that tried to unmake me.

No—
it was the soft things.
The quiet voice in my chest whispering, keep going.
The tenderness I refused to abandon
even when the world mistook it for weakness.
The way I still believed in goodness
after watching so much fall apart.

The soft is what remembered hope,
what held onto truth,
what loved without apology.
It was my softness that lifted me
when strength alone could not.

Because softness is not fragile—
it is faithful.
It bends but does not break.
It feels deeply,
sees clearly,
and still chooses the light.

So now I stand,
not hardened by what I’ve endured,
but refined—
a woman who knows to her core
that the gentlest parts of her
are the ones that survived
everything.

— Samantha Syrnich