The Wings I wear

I have the wings on my back, but these wings are not white, they are not light, they are black and they are dark. They are dark as the night, the night is the only way I can fly, I see through the darkness as I go. What I am is the dark and not the light. A man like me is the darkness looking for the Light, the light to me, is a woman with white wings, represent the day. Cause If you have light there must also be a dark, Black wings must have white wings. Fly through the rage, the sorrow, the fear, and the pain to find the joy, the happiness, the kindness, the courage. I fly through the negativity to find the Light. I will find the light someday, until then I must fly through the night with the Black wings I carry.