Rachel Winter's Page

I had wings but they were clipped before I got the chance to fly.
I was going to try my hardest to stay airborne but I was grounded before I even lifted off.
Now I'm stuck here in this crowded cage biding my time until the feathers grow back.
Never felt the need to flap my wings and leave this cage in my wake until I wasn't allowed to.
Instead, I'm watching from my perch while all of the other birdies flutter around.
I'll dream of wings and whistling wind and the clouds above until I can join th… Continue

Have I been led astray by those with a honey tongue? They spouted such sweet, flowing beauty I couldn't help but soak it up. It never crossed my mind to be wary when their beautifully turned propositions echoed in my welcome ears. I couldn't resist giving them anything they wanted when they proffered their eloquent pleas. They sucked me in with false promises and faked beauty, chewed me up with the hideous teeth and foul breath they hid so carefully. They spit me out, used and abused with a heal… Continue

Gravity's been pushing down all day long. It's time to put this aching body to bed. Eyes are heavy with the sleep that awaits on the inside of the lids. However, the mind is still whirring with every thought of past, present and future. Slowly being consumed by an overactive brain, sucking all hopes of being able to function in the morning. Lie back and watch the minutes wander past, sweet relief isn't coming tonight.

You're thumbing through the pages for the seventh time.
After the eighth time, the binding is worn and broken.
The corners are crinkled from marking your place while reading for the ninth time.
I could probably recite every word from memory during the tenth time.
I know what will happen even before I open it for the eleventh time.
I still can't put it down for the twelfth time.

We were once immaculate and pure. We were once unstained by reality's unforgiving dye. That all changed though when we came into ourselves; where there once was beautiful perfection there is now unsightly imperfection. No bleach can wash these glaring advertisements of our every sin out. We try to pretend they aren't there but nobody's buying it, try to pretend a false apology will wipe everything clean again but we all know the truth; our imperfections are here to stay. Our only hope is to make… Continue