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 A poet A cartoonist A creator A gardener And it is more than okay.