Coming Home Poem by Rachel Brewer

Coming back from across the sea,
Is the greatest feeling in the world.
When you have been away form home for so long.
I saw terrible things,
I did terrible things,
But I’m coming home now.
Coming back from that scary land,
Where people fell to the ground,
Never to get up again.
I was one of the lucky ones.
So much blood covered the sand,
And the buildings,
And the people.
I wanted to wash my hands of it all,
Of all the invisible blood.
And I wanted to get rid of all the pain in my heart,
I wanted to live again.
At least I have the chance to, right?
Because I was one of the lucky ones.
Only internal wounds,
And all that will be left is a scar.
To remind me of the time I spent there,
And the things I encountered.
I’m coming back from across the sea.
Lucky, maybe,
But I will never forget it.
Any of it.