For my 2016 writing project, I’ve decided to write a single line of poetry every day for an entire year. Below, is September’s poem. Enjoy!
Rain is falling again.
The sun is fighting a losing battle.
Measuring the lengths of our lives,
So are we.
Still, we press forward.
We possess pioneering spirits.
Our unexamined lives feel like the frontier.
Yet, we hunt.
The search is without end.
I don't want this journey to cease.
Death is not my friend.
Neither is the changing of the seasons.
I feel occupied with the summer of my life.
Mediocre may be the best way to describe me.
Living a life wondering blindly.
Found in the darkness searching for the light.
This isn't new.
We have much in common.
Our summers deliver this feeling to us all.
The roaming question is where to next...
Soon, we will rise.
Purpose discovered in the reaches of experience.
Steadfast, we are reborn.
We are new children.
Life has plans for us.
Mountains are made to be conquered.
So scale.
Plant your flag.
This is your time.
Your season is now.
Be good to each other,
-Nathan