On the toughest of mornings.
Digging bony elbows into my back
Cold snouts pushed into my face.
Because I may not want to live
But I need to for my dogs.
It reminds me after a while
But those barks are all it takes
I’m needed, wanted, and loved.
When there’s nothing to live for.
[To explain, I am a member on a website called Prose, and it posts challenges as do its members to prompt writing. I try to check it out everyday, and write for some of the challenges. This poem is for one of them.]