A Letter Never Sent Poem by Natasa To

I crossed an ocean, young and proud,
Beneath the rotor's thunder loud.
A rifle rested in my hand,
Yet I still dreamed of home and land.

The jungle whispered every night,
Where shadows blurred the wrong and right.
A friend would laugh, then disappear,
Leaving silence, grief, and fear.

I filled my pockets with goodbyes,
And carried questions to the skies.
When I returned, the war remained—
Not on the fields, but in my brain.

If peace is earned by tears we've cried,
Remember those on every side.
For every name carved into stone
Was someone's child, someone's own.