Whispers of the Soul

Military

The Homecoming

The wheels touch down, the ground feels real,
A wave of relief I can barely conceal.
Months of distance, dust, and fight,
Now fade into the warmth of familiar light.

Faces in the crowd, a sea of smiles,
Loved ones waiting, it's been a while.
Arms wide open, hearts beating fast,
The moment we've dreamt of, it's here at last.

The hugs are tight, the tears flow free,
As I finally return to where I'm meant to be.
But behind the joy, there's a quiet refrain,
The memories of war that still remain.

In the silence of night, when all is still,
The echoes of battle, they whisper still.
The ones who stood beside me there,
Some made it home, some stayed in the air.

I see their faces in every crowd,
The brothers in arms who aren't here now.
Their laughter lingers, their voices stay,
In my heart, they'll never fade away.

Coming home is sweet, but strange,
A life once known now feels like change.
The world kept spinning while we were gone,
And now I must learn to carry on.

But in every small thing, in every embrace,
I find pieces of peace, a slower pace.
The warmth of home, the love I missed,
Each gentle touch, each tender kiss.

Yet some part of me stays behind,
With the desert's dust, the mountains I climbed.
For a part of my soul belongs to the fight,
To the nights we stood guard under stars so bright.

But here, with family, I'm whole once more,
Though the memories linger from a distant shore.
Homecoming's a mix of joy and pain,
Of lives once lost, of love regained.

And in the quiet moments, I'll hold them near—
The ones who couldn't make it here.
For every step I take, every breath I reclaim,
Is a tribute to them, and their eternal flame.