My Wings


My wings are made of shadow and light,
of joy and jealousy;
pure gold and ebony.

Of music and light that I share with the world;
of monsters and dark things hidden deep down.

Of smiles, of smirks, of love and of pain;
some lonely tears and a dance in the rain.

Loud fights and comforting words;
light, and a kind of darkness that hurts.

Made of memories,
a friend's compassion;
lasting, lasting through all our time.

Of friends, fun, failures, and falls
tripping, tripping among the rocks.

Hugs and kisses;
blows and misses,
that is what they are made of.

My wings are made to fly.