HopeMail #145
The Alarm Rang
I’m sad. To leave
behind
dreams.
But I have woken up.
The sketch was based on an actual hand portrait (mine), holding on to what I don’t want to let go, yet letting go of what I had to.
The poem was written on 9th Jan 2023, somewhere between Porto and Aveiro.
Thanks for reading, thanks for being here.
Melinda is in a state where she finds it tiring to have to explain everything. Even to herself. She turns to poems often as a way to say something without needing to say it all.