In the hidden realm where cartilage weaves, A tale of deviation quietly breathes. Within the nose, a wall of grace, The septum's dance, a central embrace.
Born askew or by life's harsh decree, A nasal path in asymmetry. One passage wide, the other snug, In this deviated septum, woes may tug.
Nasal whispers sing of congestion's plight, One nostril's ease, the other's fight. In the labyrinth of uneven air, A dance disrupted, a breath laid bare.
Nosebleeds paint a crimson tale, Dryness reigns where breezes fail. A narrower path, a delicate bleed, In the symphony of the deviated deed.
Facial pain, a silent ache, Sinus echoes, a symphony to make. Headaches bloom in the twisted grace, As deviation's shadows trace.
Sinus infections, a recurring theme, The altered airflow, a twisted scheme. In the passages where troubles brew, Deviation's toll, an infection's cue.
Loud breaths weave through the night, A symphony of snoring, an uneven flight. In the realm of sleep, where dreams may weep, Deviation whispers secrets, as breaths do seep.
Treatment's dance, a choice profound, In medications or surgeries found. Decongestants' hymn, a gentle plea, Or septoplasty's art, setting the septum free.
Consult, oh seeker of nasal lore, With ENT guides who know the score. In their wisdom, a diagnosis true, A roadmap carved for the passage through.
Oh, deviated septum, in your quiet strife, A symphony played in the nasal life. Seek the healers, the wise, the true, To restore the balance, the breath anew.
