No Power In The Verse Can Stop Me NaPoWriMo 2025

I am trying to collect memories
The same way I carefully pick up seashells
Or forage for the shiniest conker
The same way I fill my pockets with brightly coloured pebbles and smooth cold flints
To take them home and

spill them

gently

into a jar

Or better, find them months later in the bottom of a rucksack
Or an old coat pocket
Slightly dust-covered but still containing
The little spark
That spurred my magpie brain to reach for them initially
I am trying to fill my pockets with reminders
Of people, places, tiny things
To remember I can do this.
I am this person.
These things are possible.

I am treating myself with the care I bestow upon interesting striations of quartz

I am worth saving.
Worth picking up.

I am a collection of oddments, found, and cherished

I am worth saving.