The waiting room of life
Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak comes from Poland, Opole but since 2004, she has been living in the UK. She is a poet, writer, and translator and has published six volumes of poetry; three in Polish and three in English. She is also a contributor to numerous worldwide anthologies.
In 2014 she tried herself in prose and published her very first short story collection ''Doom''. Later another collection ''Interrupted life'' and a novel ''Blue cottage'' were published. Winner of many awards, diplomas, and statuettes, she translates polish poets into English and international poets into Polish. Her poetry was translated into English (by herself), French, Swedish, Spanish, Italian Telugu, Arabic, Russian languages. She is a pilgrim and an eternal dreamer.
Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak
I am stuck in the waiting room of life
And I still hear only these words:
“tomorrow, just wait a little bit more,
I am very sorry”
Days go by, and I’m still waiting
Time, however, won’t wait at all
Already next autumn returns
Another winter is gone.
I am waiting
I can’t breathe
I’m dying waiting
You promised to love me, darling
Of what are you afraid so much?
I can’t understand it at all.
Now my hair changes into silver,
And my health fails me
I long to get out of the waiting room
I want to go for a long walk
And enjoy birds twitter again
So, do love me or go away,
I won’t wait for another single day.