A Folklore-Inspired Poem on Living With Fibromyalgia

 

 “Invisible Strings (Fibro Version)”

inspired by Taylor Swift’s Folklore

Woke up to a storm beneath my skin,

Sky outside is calm, but I’m caving in.

Lace and linen dress, hair in disarray,

I fake a smile the fibro tries to fray.

You don’t see the tremble in my tea,

A silent war, dressed up in poetry,

But I still dance in the kitchen light,

Even when the pain keeps me up all night.

There’s a rhythm to this ache I know,

A soft refrain that never lets me go.

Invisible strings, they pull and twist —

But I’m still here. I still exist.

I used to think the world would understand,

But chronic things don’t fit in flawless plans.

They call me strong, like that makes it okay,

But even diamonds crack beneath the weight.

I write it down in metaphors and flame,

Turn every flare into a song with your name.

And I still hum to the hallway light,

Even when my skin don’t feel quite right.

There’s a beauty in the breaking, too,

In every fight to just push through.

Invisible strings, sharp and tight —

Still, I glow in the candlelight.

It’s not weakness, it’s a war cry,

Painted in the shade of midnight sky.

I carry it like a secret crown,

Even when it tries to pull me down.

So I still spin like a vinyl worn,

Through every ache, I’m reborn.

I’m the chorus in a song unheard,

The echo that outlives the word.

Invisible strings, stitched in grace —

Still I rise. I find my place.

Fibro won’t write my final page —

I’m more than pain. I’m more than rage.

In all this quiet, I still sing —

Tied to hope by invisible strings.