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.
