Joy

Call it what you will, my friend, 
This glowing exhilaration inside my heart 
Plucking the pizzicato strings of myself 
Exploding, making me feel, oh so, insatiably happy 
To be alive! ...  
          That I am free, 
          That I am growing, 
          That I am creating, 
          That I am in love with life itself … 
Call it what you will, my friend, 
But I shall call it joy! 


Written on February 8, 2021
Submitted to "Continuum on Joy" contest
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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