I Felt Your Silence.
Ethan McKnight

When I stood in the trees,
being a coward to your kingdom,
with a rope on my neck,
tied to a fragile branch.

Closing my eyes,
trying to feel your presence,
yet all I felt was my death.

I begged you to make me climb down.
We both knew I didn’t want to jump,
but you stayed silent in the wind,
blowing through my hair, the leaves
that gently fell onto the grass.

I prayed to be like the ones
who could descend onto the land,
and not be stuck in the air.

My mind once told me to fall,
but something in it shifted,
as if I saw a spark in the darkness,
leading me away from the sorrow.

I felt your whispers in my ear,
in the silence,
to make a leap of faith
that would catch me.