Lost my way home

Apr 19

Written By Henry Mudd

I have forgotten how to smile,

how to frown,

how to love,

how to laugh,

how to cry,

how to feel vulnerable,

how to connect.

I have forgotten

what it feels like

to feel,

to be loved,

to be cared for,

to miss those feelings.

I have been in the weeds for so long now

I wonder if I can ever make it back.

I know there is an end to this mission.

I know there is a way home,

albeit one way or another,

but I know it can happen.

I know I can land safely and,

I hope,

I can remember all the things I have forgotten.

I hope I can remember

how to remember

and

this time up in space,

the time seeing a red planet more than a blue planet

hasn’t changed me forever.

I worry it has.

I worry I am never going to be who I remember being.

All this time I thought space would be good for me.

All this time I turned out to be wrong.

Found