April 30: Cliffhanger

by allisonkujiraoka

Each day became a mountain to climb.
You still had words to say
but were running out of time.

A fluttering in your chest–
the knowledge of surrendering
more than you could have guessed.

All the negative spaces would fill.
It couldn’t matter now–
you’d be found innocent still.

The urgent, unspoken vision
counts not as a sin of omission.
The unwritten things
you’d tuck under your wing
and spirit away with you.