Sowmya Hiremat

I am an addict and
Anxiety is my drug
Chaos is the heat
Flaming this obsession.

My innards respond
To the fear’s siren call
Like the iron shavings 
To a large magnet wall

A raging racer I am
Drawn to the deep end 
Of self sabotage pit & 
Worthless hairpin bend

I love a treacherous trail
Old bones broken, frail &
Reconstructing them in mind 
Like an archeologist in a find

My vast void, a compass 
Points at people & place, punitive
Sailing me into rough seas
Defying safety, security & sanity

My system is frayed coz of
Cyclic shock to its circuit 
One look at me gets them 
Asking,”why this journey”

Before I answer it 
You the kind asker
Tell me just one thing 
Isn’t home worth seeking?