I lived in their world of black and white

Where bad dreams blocked out all the light

Even monstrous creatures have their worth

I drew them all and gave them birth

For in my mind I am their mother

I drew them all in glowing colour

With pen and ink their colour flowing

Am I God?

The truth?

All knowing?

 What right have I to claim such power?

Or to stand atop my ivory tower

I’m just a child shaped like clay

This is my home and here I’ll stay

But in my thoughts I have more worth

Than a child unloved who lives on Earth…