What colour are my wings?

What colour are your wings? A pretty abstract question but I suppose one that effects us all in a way. If you look into the very depths of your soul, what would you find?1

As for colours, that is a difficult choice, there are so many that could epitomise me and myself but I suppose, for the moment, that is a question I cannot answer.2

Prior to this day? This moment? I would have to say that the colours of my wings was black. All dominating black. For the past few years I have done something that is a betrayal of all that I was raised to be. My conscious was dominated by this act and I refused to recognise myself for what I was. My inner child was cast aside.3

However, the past few days, although difficult have given me a new lease on life, I am no longer shackled by the disgraceful deed that has so ashamed my family and myself. I can look at myself from another's point of view and see myself for what I really was.4

I'm still finding a way for myself after this act and all the sorrow it has brought upon my family. I'm still looking into my soul to see what really happened. Have I changed? Or did I just betray the good man that lay within myself the entire time?5

The colour of my wings? At the moment, there is no colour, they are undecided, the path is wide open and for me to choose. The colour I would pick if prompted through, would be blue. Blue like the spring sky outside my window. The deep, rich blue that lights all beneath it. The blue that helped me realise what I was.