My Own Story

I tired to draw my own story
Today
I sat with my pen and paper
Today
I drew myself first
Today
So I could see me
everyday.
Then I drew my village
placed my people in it
picked a house and lived in it
my story is me.
Then my story needed joy
and I drew all that too
I needed a boy
and I drew him too
but he broke and fell off
but first he broke me in two.
My story flows in and around through and above
my story.
Most times - there are dark forests-
but I don't want to be red riding hood
but I still met all my wolves
on watery full moons.
Then the pencil broke and my canvas flew away.
Now the Artist has taken over 
and my story colours are bolder...