©2025 Samantha Syrnich

She walks where the world
turns silver and weightless—
where sky melts into water
and the earth forgets
its own heaviness.
Each step she takes
stirs a quiet miracle,
turning sorrow into shimmer,
turning old storms
into colors that breathe again.
Light gathers at her ankles,
curious,
as if it’s never seen
a woman carry so much truth
with such gentle hands.
She doesn’t force the water
to change—
she invites it,
the way survivors invite hope
only after learning
what it costs to believe.
And the water listens.
It softens.
It becomes a mirror
where her soul can finally blink awake,
unafraid.
Where she moves,
the world remembers
how to dream again—
ripples lifting like whispered prayers,
shifting into colors
that once only lived inside her.
For she is not merely walking—
she is teaching the water
how to rise.
— Samantha Syrnich