The Road Home Poem by Megan Reily

Any moment now,
Any moment,
I’m going to make a mistake.
I’m going to make a fatal mistake.

Going through at such high speeds,
People swerve in and out of lanes.
They snake along a highway,
Like they are after something.
Something that quells their needs.

I don’t feel safe,
Surrounded by people.
People moving too close.
People skirting far away.

I shake again as I start the engine.
I pray this won’t be my last.
My last drive.
It can’t be my last drive.

I have people.
I have a future.
I need to live.
I need to live for them.

So I’m cautious.
I cannot make a mistake.
I cannot fail.
Not yet.

But it’s crazy,
On that road.
It’s too crazy.
My mind can’t handle it.

I wish I could go home.
The world,
The road,
Is too much.
I wish I could go home.
Home where I’m safe.
Home where I’m free.
But she is not comming to get me.
I must handle this on my own.
I must drive the road.
Through those other cars.
Those other crazy cars.
Until I reach my destination.
Until I’m home.
Until I’m safe.