You come upon the stage and
awkwardly take the first steps.
You learn diction, you play other roles.
For some you get applause – others go unnoticed
only the sufferer’s booth is empty.
No one will help you when you forget your lines,
you have to improvise, there is no understudy.
Failure is painful. No action can be repeated.
You always know that too late.
Someday you will fall asleep
and not wake up again,
that will be the last act of your role
and only the future will show
if a poster with your name
would be kept on the wall for posterity.
Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak was born in Opole, Poland. In 2004 in search of work she migrated to Great Britain, where she lives. She published seven volumes of poetry; four in Polish and three in English. She also published a noel and three short story collections. Her work may be found in numerous worldwide anthologies and magazines. Winner of many poetry competitions. Proud holder of many international diplomas, awards, and distinctions. Her poetry was translated into twenty languages. Bozena Helena is also a translator to fellow poets, translates from and into English.
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