There's a sadness
in this living,
There's a pain
that has no words.
There's a missing
and a longing,
And a sob
that can't be heard.
There's a grief
that can't be spoken,
There's a wound
that one can't see.
There's a dreaming
and a hoping,
When from pain
we can be free.
Joy Weare.
28th November, 2004.
This poem was originally written for
my friend Lindy Chamberlain-Creighton,
and was published in the introduction
of her book "Through My Eyes"
It was then published under my maiden name
Joy Blackburne.