Interstate Anxiety​

I was on autopilot mode
following my GPS,
not thinking, just driving.
 
Turn right in 100 feet
 
I crept onto the ramp,
merging onto the highway
although my destination was
in the opposite direction.
 
Continue straight for 20 miles
 
I should have trusted myself,
I should not have gotten onto the ramp.
 
Make a U-turn
 
The vehicles zoomed past my left and right at 80 mph,
all colors against the gray sky blurred together
like my thoughts.
 
Make a U-turn
 
The rain washed over my car leaving it shining
like my cheeks soaked from tears.
 
Make a U-turn
 
The blare of horns matched
my screams and shrieks.
 
Make a U-turn
 
The thunder and lightning made me feel as small as a child
I just wanted to go home,
I just wanted to feel safe
on this never ending road.
 
Take the next exit

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STEFANIA CAMACI
is a poet from a suburb outside of Chicago. She plans to pursue a MFA in Creative Writing beginning next fall. Her writing reflects a feminist voice. Her mission is to give comfort to women who are suffering. She knows first hand the daily challenges women face.

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