My Poem

As I skated along the ice it creaked

My skates carved through the ice

My stick was im my hand

The weather was as cold as the summer is hot

But my hands are hot

I can't wait to take the first shot on goal

The first time I stepped on the ice in months

It was awesome

The wind in my face

The slight breeze chills me to the bone

It felt so good to be back out there

I got ready to take a shot

I moved the puck into position

I wind up

Take a shot and score

It was like the first time all over again

For the first time in a long time I felt free again.