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  • Writer's pictureJan Avellana

On that Day

One day the weeping will cease

and your body,

so tired from heaving sobs,

will release itself

and rest will finally come to your bones


You will close your eyes and smile,

and the air will be sweet

and the blue sky will dance upon your skin

while shafts of sunlight flicker down on you


And you will forget this gravelly grief,

you will be able to lay aside down your mourning

as lightly as a silk nightgown

floating away in the breeze


And happiness will enter you again,

coming through the holes of your wounds,

permeating your marrow with joy,

with love,

with peace and stillness

and all will be well,

and even the black dog of depression

will lay at your feet, obedient to you

on that day.

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