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.

FLOW