The Invisible Woman. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

The Invisible woman.

Individuals hold many secrets
and sometimes they let others know.
In the shadows there is always someone playing,
while in the sunlight,
they would never show.

Sometimes out of the blue,
an emotion appears.
Mostly you keep it hidden,
because of your fears.

And life becomes hard because
what you want the most you cannot have.
When you are the Invisible woman,
your place is not to brag.

Your love for him was utmost,
in everything you did.
His words you heard them constantly,
years later in the wind.

For you had fallen in love
with someone,
who was a master
of his profession.
Your time with him had to be
shared,
that was the hardest lesson.

His greatest story was one
he could never tell.
Sometimes little snippets of it,
would fall upon a character.
You were his Estelle.

You accepted that life did not neatly deliver,
one's dreams of perfect happiness.
But it was better to be loved and to love,
then to feel the constant emptiness.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .20241225.

Based on the film and book by Claire Tomalin 'The Invisible Woman' a story about the actress Ellen Ternan and Charles Dickens.