Heaven

I once met a girl
younger then me
but far wiser
wearing a blue dress
with long brown hair.
She brought me up when I was down
for years I did not know her name
she was simply my Cinderella
she taught me that there was beauty
in everything that was ugly.
One thing she said
has stayed with me
this wise girl
in the blue satin dress
walked up to me when I was crying
and told me
that throughout all the pain
heaven was waiting for us
in the end.
She told me
that heaven may not exist
but if it doesn't then neither does hell.
She told me
that if neither exist
then I shouldn't spend this life
crying.
That I should learn to find joy
in all the pain.
That if nothing else
she would be the joy
in my life
that she would hold me up
when I was down.
She had never broken that promise.
She is my heaven.
Cinderella,
you know who you are
I know that you believe you cant do it
but if hell exists
then heaven must exist too
and if anyone can create heaven
then you can.