by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak
The outside world is waiting to be healed
but blinds cover the windows
and pain clings like a demon with sharp claws
and the way out is like the Way of the Cross.
On the threshold the pain stumbles over despair
and in the bedroom guarding memories, curled tightly,
a ginger cat gloomily meows.
There is a void that cannot be filled
when children leave the nest before they are ready to fly.
The nights are darker, all days seem the same.
Unshed tears hover, waiting to fall.
We stare at the blue bike standing orphaned in the hallway
and ask ourselves – Why?
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak comes from Poland but since 2004 lives in UK. She considers herself as a poet. She published six issue of poetry. Three in Polish and three in English. She is also a contributor to numerous anthologies world wide. In 2014 she tried herself in prose and published her very first novel “Blue Cottage”.
Last updated July 24, 2015