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
