June 2016
For my 2016 writing project, I’ve decided to write a single line of poetry every day for an entire year. Below, is June’s poem. Enjoy!
A crack runs through the windshield.
This is how life goes.
Perhaps, a metaphor for something bigger.
We move down the road;
Drinking in the scenery like quiet passengers.
Our view is obstructed though.
A crack runs through the windshield.
A tear cuts across me too.
Perhaps, neither shall be repaired.
Travel provides life lessons.
These vistas seen at 70 MPH matter.
Who is sitting next to you matters more.
A crack runs through the windshield.
No break found in the rearview;
Future and past boldly symbolic.
I grab his hand.
In the safety of this car, there is no one to judge.
Our love is left alone.
A crack runs through the windshield.
I don’t belong to this fate.
This wasn’t meant to be my life.
The highway won’t claim me.
It will set me free.
Unbound, hovering over yellow stripes.
A crack runs through the windshield.
We are defined by the optical illusion.
Things could be worse.
We are finally free.
He will forever be mine.
Cracks can be repaired.
Be good to each other,
-Nathan
