A war inside, unseen by all, Where body’s strength begins to fall. Immune’s own force, in chaos bound, Strikes at tissues it should surround.
The skin, the joints, the organs feel The wrath that time alone won’t heal. Inflammation burns through veins, Each flare-up bringing fresh new pains.
A butterfly upon the face, A gentle mask in crimson trace, Speaks of the struggle borne inside, An emblem that’s not easily denied.
Sunlight, once warm, now fierce and bright, Transforms in moments, blinding light. Fatigue like lead in bones does weigh, Draining strength through night and day.
The kidneys, heart, and mind betrayed, By an immune force misarrayed. Swollen joints and silent tears, The daily battle, constant fears.
Hair falls, once rich, now bare, a loss, Another line that lupus draws. Fever rages, flares ignite, While treatment brings a fragile light.
For women strong, of many lands, Who carry scars like shifting sands, The road is long, with moments clear, Marked by courage year by year.
With love and care, the fight goes on, As lupus dims, but never gone. Through strength and hope, they push ahead, With life, resilience, fully fed.
