6/5 Friday

Painted in the Chincoteague studio today.
I miss my dogs underfoot. I miss the life
We all had.

Without them just underscores what I am
Now, a person alone, who has only herself
To rely on.

Which is not a bad thing and even admirable,
But I am not that yet, neither reliable to myself
Or anyone else.

However I consider all this, 
I should include the meds, which are known
For misaligning moods.

I am prone to stillness, to melancholy
Lately these dip deeper. I am left snared
In despondency, crying.