Invisible Parts of Me

There is a part of me unrecognizable to the naked eye, but as important as can be.

It hides in pure sight, but no one sees it except me.

It’s there when I open my eyes in the morning and stays through bed.

It never leaves my side, a break never ahead.

It has the potential to take my life, but I fight it with all my might.

I yearn for the day it decides to take flight.

It tries to take my energy, deplete my strength and derail my drive.

I stay my course and do as the doctor says in order to combat the dives.

Every day I have to square up and fight.

People don’t understand, but this is my plight.

I understand it’s hard to wrap your head around because I look fine.

Please understand that these parts of me surpass and crash into that fine line.

Don’t judge me based on my looks because you will be wrong every time.

Instead stop trying to define me and lift me up in prayer to the most divine.

It used to kill me that you can’t see the invisible part of me.

Now, I make you aware, solicite prayer and just be,

My invisible parts are called Lupus, Fibromyalgia, Dysautonomia and the list goes on, you see.

But every last part is a major part of me.

I hope me telling you will help you handle people differently.

You never know their invisible parts, so whatever you do, show empathy…

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