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.