Pen and Paper (poem)

No god could show me what my mother did...
a heart to roll out, but god forbid,
I show any weakness or the clouds will roll In.

No hopes and prayers to keep me from sin,
just my own slice of heaven created
from paper and pen.

And I paint thoughts of heaven that I pulled from a whim,
a dangling idea cast down from within.

No fire and flame to make my life feel grim
and devil to rule and scare the children.

No light to approach in a tunnel so dim,
connecting heaven and earth with an idea
so thin.
The real light that guides flows from
paper and pen.