In a world of spoken dreams and songs, Where voices dance, where words belong, There comes a change, a shift unseen, A transformation, where sound's not what it's been.
Hoarseness, a whisper in the throat's domain, A transformation of the vocal strain, It weaves a tapestry of raspy grace, In the larynx, it finds its hiding place.
Vocal strain, the first in this tale, From boisterous laughter to stories we regale, Speaking loudly, singing free, Yet in this melody, hoarseness it may be.
Viral infections, like the common cold's embrace, Inflammation strikes, leaving a trace, Of raspy notes in the morning sun, When a simple tune becomes a journey just begun.
Laryngitis, an inflammation's call, From infections, coughs, or habits that befall, The larynx's realm, a kingdom sore, Where hoarseness knocks on the vocal door.
GERD, the acid's reflux to blame, From the stomach's depths, a fiery flame, It irritates the cords with its bitter kiss, And hoarseness lingers in its wake, amiss.
Allergies, with their sneeze and scratch, Their grip on the throat, an itchy match, In the orchestra of the vocal sphere, Hoarseness may suddenly appear.
Smoking's touch, a perilous choice, Affecting the cords with its smoky voice, From the embers' glow to the secondhand, Hoarseness finds its foothold in this land.
In the shadows, a rare and darkened knight, Throat cancer's whisper, a chilling sight, When hoarseness lingers, refusing to flee, A call to doctors, a plea to be free.
Treatment varies, in the doctor's care, Resting the voice, a tender, loving air, Hydration's embrace, avoiding the wrong, To heal the voice and help it grow strong.
In the tapestry of sound's sweet grace, Hoarseness, a chapter, a transient space, With care and wisdom, its notes may mend, In the symphony of voices, may it blend.
For in the larynx's delicate abode, Where the spoken and sung stories are told, Hoarseness, a visitor, may briefly stay, But with time and care, it can fade away.
