!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>All days seem the same by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>All days seem the same/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak/h2> div id=”content”> p>The outside world is waiting to be healedbr /> but blinds cover the windowsbr /> and pain clings like a demon with sharp clawsbr /> and the way out is like the Way of the Cross./p> p>On the threshold the pain stumbles over despairbr /> and in the bedroom guarding memories, curled tightly,br /> a ginger cat gloomily meows./p> p>There is a void that cannot be filledbr /> when children leave the nest before they are ready to fly.br /> The nights are darker, all days seem the same.br /> Unshed tears hover, waiting to fall.br /> We stare at the blue bike standing orphaned in the hallwaybr /> and ask ourselves – Why?/p>div class=”field field-type-text field-field-copyright”> div class=”field-items”> div class=”field-item odd”> div class=”field-label-inline-first”> Copyright ©: /div> © Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak /div> /div> /div> /div> p>br /> br> /body> /html>
