The rain which falls steadily from the sky are my tears which silently fall unseen.  My head feels empty but is pounding with tasks which must be completed.  My rest is awoken and I am left drained.  My heart is also empty and bleeding.  I am a wounded soldier going home.  The wounded soldier has experienced a different land, a different people, and can no longer return home the same.  Reflecting on the people this soldier has met, reflecting on what she has learned, and what she has gained, she is forever changed.
She longs to stay but longs to leave in fear she will become trapped in a web of familiarity.  She needs new breath, she needs new love, and she can't find it here in this different land.
Parting with what she has called home for three years is as hard as saying goodbye to your lover.  She will feel lost and alone but she will start fresh with only her memories and her yearning for the new. 
She will leave behind an angel.  She will bury her slashed heart.  She will thrive on her past travels.  She will drink the sweet nectar of the future.