The Phoenix Quill: Words Born of Fire, Inked in Truth

I hold faith in the unyielding rise of the sun,
even when shadows stretch long across my heart.
Through the night’s deepest hush,
I listen for the whisper—
hold on,
it says,
the dawn remembers you.

The hardest lessons carve their wisdom slow,
turning pain into patience,
and scars into the silver threads of strength.
I have walked through storms
that taught me how to dance in rain,
and through silence
that revealed the music of mercy.

I trust the unseen hands of grace
to lift what wrath could never heal.
Even a drop of hope
can keep the soul afloat
in an ocean of doubt.

In my weakness,
I find faith—
a quiet ember that refuses to die.
For even now,
as the sun breaks open the horizon,
I know:
faith,
hope,
and love
are the truest lights
to guide me home.