Joy

• Breanna Knobel, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2012

Voices ring out in harmonious tones
Hands clap in a rhythmic beat
Feel it pulsate through my bones
The vibration of many dancing feet
There is so much joy it is almost blinding
There is so much exhilaration
Among this bliss I catch myself finding
That I forget the meaning of desolation
This is a celebration, a time to dance
To sing so loudly that none can hear
A time to let ourselves fall into a joyous trance
And not one will succumb to fear