Today I found myself speaking to a new... friend? She called me a stranger, yet we talked about our lives like old friends might.

Regardless, we were discussing 'spreading our wings' as such and being ourselves. And she came up with the simple, almost silly, yet profound question...

What colour are your wings?

I paused, thinking about what it meant to me. What colour were my wings anyway? Colours can read a lot of meaning into something, like a bug might use red as a warning, someone may dress in black when a death has occurred, and blue can imply calmness.

Deep purple

To me, the deep purple, it's dark, as I am, but not black. Black is different, but these wings are light enough to have hope. They're torn, from the tearing of the world. Purple is the colour of bruises, of skin when it's cut off. My wings have been choked, beaten and battered, held down, for too long. They hold the cold blue of depression, but a hint of the red fire of passion and strength. They still survive after all these years, when many would have faded. But they stay, in their torn silken glory, the colour of royalty, as I am royalty, a daughter of the Lord

I was surprised by my own answer, what I read into it my own life, and how I saw myself, all shown in this one, simple, colour. I sat wondering about myself, my life, and my view on it. But she wasn’t finished.

What about your soul? What colour is that?

Well this one had me stumped a little longer. I considered the wings to represent my soul but when I really thought about it, there was a difference. The wings were outward, but the soul only I can see. In many ways, the wings also represented how others see me, but my soul is my own.

I suppose it's the same, but it's redder, closer to maroon. It's more fiery, more resilient, brighter. It doesn't care what comes, it's stronger. It's dented, it's hurt, but it doesn't have the depressed and suffered look of the wings.

But still, one last question, for me to consider.

And your personality?

I paused the longest on this, sitting and thinking, trying to work it out.

My personality? Well I can't answer that one at this stage. And the reason why is a whole other story for another day.

So tell me. What colour are your wings?