Diverticulosis

In the winding corridors of life, within the colon's gentle curve,
Lies a condition often silent, yet demands our steady nerve
Diverticulosis, a whispered tale of pockets formed and unseen,
In the depths of this intricate maze, where health and wellness convene.

Tiny pouches, like secret alcoves, along the colon's inner wall,
A maze of twists and turns, where troubles can sometimes befall,
With age, they come to light, these pockets of delicate design,
A reminder that time's passage leaves its marks, subtle and benign.

Yet heed the whispers of discomfort, the cramps that gently weep,
For these pockets can inflame, their presence no longer asleep,
Diverticulosis, a reminder of our body's aging grace,
Calls for care, for fiber-rich paths, to maintain a healthy pace.

So let us tread with wisdom, nurturing our inner core,
With diets full of fiber's embrace, to strengthen all the more,
For in the tale of colon's twists, in pockets that may arise,
Lies a lesson of self-care, where health and wellness harmonize.