The road home is quiet—
No band, no sacred applause.
My steps are heavy, not from tiredness,
But from memories of those who didn’t return.
The door is open, the light is soft,
But inside are questions I can’t yet speak.
How does a warrior rest
when the war still lives inside?
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 3:52 AM UTC
The road home is quiet—
No band, no sacred applause.
My steps are heavy, not from tiredness,
But from memories of those who didn’t return.
The door is open, the light is soft,
But inside are questions I can’t yet speak.
How does a warrior rest
when the war still lives inside?
A soldier returns to quiet rooms and louder memories, where home feels gentle but the war still echoes within.
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