No Power In The Verse Can Stop Me NaPoWriMo 2025

Fresh sheets

The sound of rain

Upon the window,

Crisp sips of tea with

Just the right amount of milk,

The cat lazes fitfully upon your knees

Closing her eyes on another busy day,

I am not one for journalling.

Habits do not come easily

To this so-often tired & fractured brain

But I could get used to this

quiet

peace

I could get used to this