This is a small description of living with an invisible illness, Fibromyalgia.
In the land of constant pain, hidden from view,
All over me, it spread, but no one knew.
Each morning, muscles screamed in silent cry,
But to others, my pain was just a lie.
"Forget it," they'd say, "Don't be weak at all."
Their disbelief stung like an endless squall.
I doubted myself, tried hard to make it depart,
But alas, the pain stayed, tearing at my heart.
Now I've learned pain's a companion, it seems,
I nod at its visits, not lost in my dreams.
Sometimes, it drops by, a familiar old friend,
I nod in response, though it may never end.
With a smile, they assume the pain's all gone away,
But hidden beneath, it's there every single day.
Behind my smile, I remain the same as can be,
Living with pain but still being me.
Edited by Christianez Ratna Kiruba
Image by Janvi Bokoliya
