A while ago I wrote about Mrs Bob, and the fact she has Ehlers-Danlos syndrome or Hypermobility Spectrum Disorder, as it’s known. This is one of those invisible disabilities that people tend to overlook.

But having seen how bad it can be, and tried to support my wife during terrible flare ups, I wanted to put pen to paper to try to explain the constant (silent) battle that people like Mrs Bob face daily.

Unbroken

In the quiet of the morning, 

Before the world stirs awake

She rises, a warrior wrapped in softness,  

Carrying the invisible weight of battles  

Fought within her own bones. 

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Her smile is a lighthouse

Casting warmth through the fog  

Of a storm that no one else can see.

A beacon of grace and resilience,  

Lighting the path she walks alone.  

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Every step she takes  

Is a testament to her courage;

A silent roar of defiance  

Against the shadows that cling  

To her like an unwelcome cloak.  

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Pain is her constant companion;

A ghost that lingers, unseen,  

Yet she dances with it;

Turns it into a melody…

A tune only she can hear.  

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In a world that measures strength  

In muscle and might,  

She redefines it in quiet perseverance;

In the way she lifts others, 

Even as she carries her own burden.  

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Her determination is a river

Carving through rock and resistance;

Flowing with a force that refuses  

To be damned or diverted;

Finding its way through the impossible.  

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She is a tapestry woven  

Of fortitude and fire.

Each thread a story of survival;

Each moment a testament 

To her unyielding spirit.  

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And though her battles may be silent,  

Hidden beneath the surface,  

Her victory is loud…

Echoing in every smile,  

Every laugh, every breath she takes.  

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For she is more than her pain; more than her struggle.

She is a testament to the human spirit.

A reminder that strength is not the absence of weakness, 

But the will to stand, again and again, 

Undaunted.

Unbroken.

(c)BobChristian