Student Publishing Program ::

Esther L.

My Soul Is...

My soul glides across the ice.

It is relaxed when it’s there,

But can tense up any second.

My soul stays still on the couch,

Taking in every word from the show.

Relaxing after a stressful day.

My soul dreams in my bed,

Going on adventures not possible in real life,

Meeting people who are impossible to meet.

My soul awakens to the radio,

Thinking about the day to come,

Hoping for new experiences, new friendships and new memories.