Why is it that walking on an uncharted path is considered dangerous? All routes are unknown until someone bravely steps one foot in front of the other.

Looking forward through my dark brown eyes,

both ways look similar

Yet they begin to show their differences in vibrant color

Pulsing with life

And my heart beats intune with each excited footstep

Facing a crossroad is less about where it leads

but more so why

Why am I walking here?

Where am I trying to go?

And where do I expect either path to lead?

People don't often find themselves lost unless they were seeking an alternative.

My life could only take so much traffic before I searched for a shortcut

I found myself here because I needed out

Away from wherever I was before here

I found myself less worried about which path to take

Less scared about what I might find

At ease with the thought of something new

And terrified that I might turn around.

My feet began to burn as I stood still

Knowing that being stagnant would only make me sink.

One step was cold

As if my life was pushing me forward

Burned by my troubles

And setting fire to my past

As drastic as that may seem,

Arson was the only way out.

If I broke through my own looking glass

Regardless of the mess

I would run from the thought of a mirror

And eventually you would find me

On the floor

Bleeding knees

Attempting to put together

Every shattered piece

So by way of fire

I knew that leaving my vices in ash

Would force me to rebuild

Turning around would suffocate me

My lungs black out of fear

Unable to move on

walking away from the tragedy that YOU created

Feeling sorrow and regret with matches still tightly gripped in my palm.

Whichever path I chose to stroll

I must drop the matches

And ignite my soul

Without burning the forest surrounding me

And once I've chosen my path

And found whatever I was in search of

It will no longer be a crossroad

Because I will have conquered both