New places scare me
Travel steals my sleep
Little can be comforting
Dreams make me weep
Water filling up coaches
Aircraft going up in fumes
Us fighting for each breath
Even as sure doom looms
“Journey matters” they say
I await them with dread
It never eases or goes away
Some of us just want to stay
Whatever we call home
With familiar smelling sheets
All the ‘travelers’ can roam
Leave us to our streets
Note: It’s been months since I travelled due to Covid19 and one day before our December trip, for the first time, I felt a sense of unease and didn’t really look forward to travelling. While I experienced only mild feelings of discomfort at the thought of leaving home for a few days, it reminded me of a conversation with somebody in the family, who revealed how they experience high anxiety and sometime even panic attacks before they have to travel somewhere. It’s that conversation that inspired me to write this poem.