I wrote The Visit in 1985, 17 years old. Meeting someone after years of separation can reopen old wounds and bring up painful memories best left buried. Compare this poem to Waiting for Reunion, also written in 1985, with its
The Visit
Traudi
I wrote Traudi in 1987, 20 years old. It is painful to be an outsider, to be different from the others and to feel left out. Dignity can be our shield against vulnerability and pain. Read also my post Morning
Perfidy
I wrote Perfidy in 1985, 17 years old. It describes the pain of betrayal, especially from the one who was loved and trusted. Compare this poem to the defiant tone in Phoenix (1988) – despite betrayal, the soul remains undiminished.