Will There Be A Place For Me In Heaven Poem by Daniel Richards

I had a mind of papers with my heart the shredder
Shredding the facades, revealing true resolution
I became the voice of a truth spreader,
And at,
Once, I rose above all the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse behind this illusion,
Now my life is all but empty, but still knotted in contortion

On a stormy sea of moving, swirling emotion
Tossed about, now I'm like a ship on the ocean
Seeking the star that could give me the reason
In between
The blue and purple sky lit season
I leapt and soared even higher to the sky
With truth bound will there be a place for me in heaven