Turning Point

Climbing up through the wreckage

Slowly and calculated 

No longer drowning in overages of emotions

Ascending to that which is beyond the sorrow

Rising towards the light

The scent is my own

Not someone else’s

I can taste victory in overcoming

Savory 

I savor every moment of the journey

Iniquity

So you pick up your guns

And then what

You fight with your words

And then what

You quarrel and quibble 

You can’t even giggle

Cause you feel life got you fucked up

You turn up the charm

And then what

You raise up your arms

And then what

You get it your way

You don’t realize today

Could be your last day to show up