A mass of cells begins to grow, Within the brain, its secrets show, Not all are dark, not all malign, Some benign, yet both entwine.
The glioma forms in glial threads, Supporting nerves, its growth it spreads, Astrocytes and more take flight, In shadows deep, they start their fight.
Meningiomas rise to shield, In layers where the brain is sealed, Though some are safe, they may still harm, A tumor’s reach can break the calm.
Medulloblastomas tend to rise, In children’s brains, beneath the skies, Their balance falters, steps unsure, A growing threat they must endure.
Pituitary adenomas small, In glands where hormones rise and fall, Benign they stay, yet still they skew, The body's balance, turning askew.
Metastatic foes invade, From distant shores, they come to raid, A cancer spreads from lung or breast, And seeks the brain to make its nest.
Symptoms strike with silent force, Headaches sharp or numbness coarse, Seizures, speech, or vision blurred, The signs of battle, though unheard.
Through MRI and scans so bright, The tumors show in black and white, Treatment starts, a daunting climb, With surgery or drugs in time.
Radiation’s beam takes aim, Chemotherapy fans the flame, Immunotherapy joins the war, Targeting cells, seeking more.
Though some will face an uphill fight, Others walk toward healing light, The brain, though fragile, stands its ground, As hope and courage still abound.
