Felt like a short weekend.
Started writing again.
A shy boy as I was I had easier access to my written voice.
Especially when approaching girls in 4th grade.
And I had some successes with it.
Falling in love was the plan.
A teacher did, with my talent.
She pushed me to tournaments.
Ever since I handled my pains and confusion by writing.
So I wrote against what I thought was wrong.
Attitudes, politics, freedom.
There are a ton of question marks right now.
So I might just as well write about them.
My own and some for everyone else.
In this prison inside a prison.
Years after my escape I competed my first book with poems, some of which from my time as a political prisoner in East Germany at Stasi prisons. The poem above "Fragezeichen" (German for question mark) you can also find here at the dedicated site for the 'Kopfgeburt' book.