WHERE THE QUIET WOMEN RISE


©2025 Samantha Syrnich — All Rights Reserved

They never saw us coming.
Not because we were small,
but because we were quiet—
the kind of women who held storms
behind soft eyes
and carried truth
without needing to raise our voices.

We were the ones who learned early
that silence is not surrender,
that gentleness is not a flaw,
and that a woman does not have to be loud
to be powerful.

We rose in the ways they didn’t count:
in the choices no one witnessed,
in the healing no one applauded,
in the strength that didn’t announce itself
but showed up every day
anyway.

Quiet women rise like dawn—
no permission asked,
no trumpet sounded—
just light expanding
until the whole horizon changes color.

And when we finally stand,
when the world turns and finally notices,
they call it sudden.
But we know better.

We were rising all along—
in every soft truth we held,
in every injustice we refused to swallow,
in every time we chose love
over becoming what hurt us.

This is where the quiet women rise:
not from rage,
but from remembering
who we always were.

— Samantha Syrnich