If I had wings I would want them to be sturdy and small
not big and showy.
I do not want to be defined by my wings.
I want to be known for my flying.
I need wings I can count on in a storm.
Not delicate colorful things that keep me grounded.
My wings need strength, with strong ribs and veins.
So that I can fly when I need to fly.
I want some rainy-day wings to lift me up and out to a new place.
I do not wish for beautiful wings, I need useful wings.