One day, you’ll finally find comfort in the battlefield. You’ll wear your armor like your favorite sweater, and your sword like your favorite teddy bear.
One day, you’ll learn to sleep deeply with bombing and firing as your lullaby. You will be a soldier whose home is within yourself — within your heart. And you will wear your scars like crown.
You will be the King of your own land, the Knight of your own battle. You will see pain and beauty, palace and ruined kingdom.
But you will take it all in. You will not run away. You will face it, and you will win — the pain, the burn, the wound, it will all be part of you and you will find comfort in all that.
Because you are strong.
Because you are alive.