Rei W., Contributing Writer

My wings softly pat the air

Bringing me closer to the planets 

With every breath I take

As the wind brushes against my face

I think of all the things that could have been different 

Forever in love with the promises of tomorrow 

Forever in debt to the wrongs of yesterday

Comparison, contrast

A rose bud

In a world full of thorns 

Her essence encapsulates 

All I want to be

Tomorrow I’ll start my betterment 

Or betterment for the worse

The vine of thorns 

Creeping from my stomach to my throat 

Is here for a reason

To fix the broken body

And break the loving mind 

My eyes and the scene in front of me become one

And the tears wash me of all my sense

And it goes down 

But never enough.