Serendipity

Crash
and burn...
life down to the ground because my friends tell me do it
and my enemies tell me do it.
Hell! I don't know who to listen to anymore
because the voices in my head quarrel with one another about who's
opinion I should follow,
though they all want to see me crash...
and burn.

I was meant to fly,
but only on the shoulders of the dark angel that bares my soul
as her own burden.
She told me she would take me to the place I
wanted to find so badly.

Blunt, dark promises
sealed by my own blood and sent
into some distant place where she said my future was.

Those rocks, though small
are so heavy to bear.
I found them back when I could see
and I dropped them along the path in the woods
so that I could find my way back to that gingerbread house
Where everything was sweet and fuzzy and happy and golden.

I crash...and burn
it up again, hoping to find that old place where I was.
Hoping to find.
Serendipity.