No Power In The Verse Can Stop Me NaPoWriMo 2025

Every time I go back 
I must start again from scratch
Pushing through 
Grinning and bearing 
With metal strands searing through each 
finger tip 
Every time I promise 
That I’ll keep it up, I swear 
Pushing through 
Learning and growing 
Letting the callouses take the hit 
But this 
Is not who I am 
The case stays shut 
My fingers hurt