Easier to Keep My Elf on the Shelf
Joyful red, yellow, pink, orange, green, purple, silver and blue.
I am looking at the drops and dollops of beautiful paint, pretty too.
On my hands, lots of places, especially at the tip.
I am a messy painter, and I love the flounces and the flip.
I sometimes forget how much it sooths me, that is when I get sad.
I sometimes sit in a chair, playing word games for six hours.
That is when I get morose, and angry, and mean and mad.
I sometimes forget I am an outsider. I forget my flowers.
Word play is terrific, for it takes me into new worlds,
But painting. Ah! That is where I truly find my little girl self.
The one who almost never painted, because I do not know why.
Maybe it was easier then to keep my elf soul on a shelf.
Maybe it was not okay yet to be me. I know I was sad.
Because I had not found painting or poetry, but now I am glad.
Staring at my colors, painting from August to September.
Feeling in touch with my soul self, exuberant when I remember…
I am a painter
And it is more than okay.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019