You might think,
looking at that journal,
leather bound and tied with a string,
that she lives her life in fragments,
in brief, punctuated sentences,
but in truth, her life is seamless.
Commas are mere pauses to catch
the breath, periods small knots
that end one thread before another begins.
Exclamation points are like straight pins—
they keep the fabric of her life
Today's prompt? Write about a poet's journal.