Not Everything On My Fork Makes It To My Mouth

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.