I was in a bad place,
made a bad decision,
took me down a bad road.
Abject. Errant. Threadbare.
I feel bad
for how bad I felt
before I felt bad enough
to get out.
Compass. Anchors. Bearings
But I’ve hiked Gibraltar,
I’ve seen the monkeys.
Hell, even monarchs know
when to head south.
BARB REYNOLDS