I Am Writing a Journal

Day by day I travel
with you under my skin,
always present, always
swimming through me.

It’s like you...
have gently pressed
a knife into the soulful,
tender flesh of my left breast
and your ever present blade
keeps my ribs parted.

I carry you like this
in awe and wonderment,
comfort and peace.

But, every once in awhile...
I feel the slick of your hilt twist
and push deeper and tighter
and I fall, all over again.