A Journey Back Home

No longer a combat queen.

It's a journey back home

Once read somewhere, 

If a soldier loves you, walk like a queen with your head held high.

But what if the love was not forever

It never was, never will be.

It's a journey back home. 

It started with just four bags.

With every new posting, every new place it kept increasing. 

The last count was above 40

I am now back to just four, including the one in my hand.

It's a journey back home. 

Now that it is out in the open, everyone has a question. 

They are looking for an answer. 

They have an opinion. 

And finally, they have a solution. 

But doesn't only and only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches!!

It was time to remove the shoe and walk barefoot.

It's a journey back home.

They say it's going to be alright,

Things will fall in place. 

That I am strong, I am brave.

Yet I am scared.

It was easier to start the journey towards the unknown

I am going back to the known, yet I am scared.

It's a journey back home 

I am ready to fly.

Although I have forgotten how to.

My wings are weak as they were clipped from time to time. 

It's all bandaged, it will take time to heal.

So, for now, I have to walk.

With unsteady steps

I take this journey back home.