In the darkness of nights where the shells and the pain never cease,
You reached out your hand — and the light came.
Hopeful Future — not words on a page,
But a warm embrace for those who came home from the war.
You, who left pieces of yourselves in the trenches,
Who woke in the night with the blood still behind your eyes —
You have a place now where wounds are tended gently,
Where the heart learns, again, to beat steady and quiet.
Here, there are those who will listen without judgement,
Who will help the body remember what it used to know,
Friends who will understand without words or explanation,
And a future — the one you fought your way back to claim.
Thank you to all who built this harbour
For the warriors who fought for us to live free.
You heal the souls that were close to breaking,
And give hope — the most precious gift of all.
May everyone who passes through your programme
Feel this: life did not end in that hell.
Ahead lies the dawn — work, family, dreams,
And a strong, a hopeful, a beautiful future.
a poem by Ihor Dmytrenko, a veteran, father of a veteran, father of a fallen hero.