Invisible Bruises
A poem for those fighting fibromyalgia, inspired by the spirit of Taylor Swift’s lyricism
My body sings in static tones,
A song no one else can hear.
Like thunder trapped in brittle bones,
A storm that never clears.
I wake with battles half begun,
My armor made of ache.
The morning light feels like a weight,
Each breath a thread I break.
They see me smile, but never feel
The fire stitched in skin —
Invisible bruises, tender steel,
A war I fight within.
I dance through days in borrowed grace,
A mirror cracked, but whole.
They don’t see pain behind my face,
Just fragments of control.
But still, I stand — a soft refrain
That won’t give in or fade.
A heartbeat echoing through rain,
Unwritten, unafraid.
So when you see me lost in thought,
Know this is how I cope:
In quiet wars that can’t be fought,
I carry threads of hope.
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