Day 6 because Day 5 was a little rough

THANK YOU
I wrote yesterday
during the last critique
of the last group of senior painters
on our last real school day
just before our last school installation opening
for the first public invitation
in four years.
I wrote a poem
about each of the kids
(they are all the same age as my kids)
and what they like to paint
so I will remember them later.
I greeted a friend,
my son, Ajax and
my daughter-in-law, Taylor
who came to the opening 
because Ajax can't come on Friday
graduation day
the day of the Formal Opening.
I got home,
exhausted,
my introverted levels low,
hand-in-hand with my emotional levels.
I read some posts
I shouldn't have read.
I should have skipped,
I should have by-passed.
They weren't to me, or for me,
but they felt like they were
because I post what I write,
because I want to hold myself accountable,
because I think maybe one person,
just one,
might feel they aren't alone.
THANK YOU
to those who stood up for me.
THANK YOU
to those who said to ignore the haters.
THANK YOU
to those of you who said to not listen
to keep writing
to keep being me
to keep posting
to keep doing what I want.
I am.
I am doing what I want
​and what I came here to do in the first place.