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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