by Leila Tualla
One day, my cries will sound like hallelujahs, And this ache and burden I have been carrying will feel weightless And freeing. One day, I will stop bargaining over sickness and rejoice in the health of the now. I will train my eyes upward and follow the path set before me, instead of wondering if someone else’s journey is better than mine. One day, I will breathe in peace and exhale doubt and sorrow. I will embrace the things I can carry and be certain of the things I’ve left behind. If only one day were today, or if one day is tomorrow. My arms grow weary and I am tired of this road I’m on. One day, some day, my cries will sound like hallelujahs.
Leila Tualla is a Filipino-American poet and author. Leila’s books include a YA contemporary romance called Letters to Lenora and a memoir/poetry collection called Storm of Hope: God, Preeclampsia, Depression and me. Her poetry is featured in several mental health anthologies and she is currently working on a poetry collection based on Asian American stereotypes and identifies.
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