There is No Home in Chaos

There is no home in chaos,

In drifters wandering,

My emotions dry like the Sahara,

Because I have no more tears,

For home is not a place,

But an emotional state,

A place to feel safe,

And I have not felt safe in the longest of years,

And I whisper to myself “I want to go home”

But there is no home,

There is no safe,

There is only the eggshells I tread upon,

Fearing that one will crack with every step I take,

And with that crack an explosion of anger will take its place.

And I’m a drifter running in place,

With the burden that no place is safe,

With no safe haven,

Or light to guide my way,

With the anxious fear,

I curl my toes in fear,

Because there is no home in the chaos of anxiety and fear.

Reviews

[Jessica]

Thank you for the comment. I'm rethinking the commas, what other minor issues did you find? I'm glad that you could feel the anxiety in the piece, that what I was really going for. :)

[Relic]

I like this. There are a couple of unnecessary commas and some minor things but this is really comfortable to read and I like the way you start the lines. The foreboding issue is brought out with consistency, making the fear real.

I'm glad I read this.