Sat. Nov 9th, 2024

The skin, a fortress strong and fair,
A guardian of life with tender care.
It shields from harm, it breathes with ease,
Regulates warmth, like gentle breeze.

But when it fails, the walls break down,
A once-safe haven now wears a frown.
Acute skin failure, a silent thief,
Strips the body’s vital relief.

Burns that blaze with searing might,
Stevens-Johnson’s cruel bite.
Blisters form, the skin withdraws,
Leaving open wounds, gaping flaws.

Pressure ulcers, deep and wide,
Mark the places where strength has died.
Infection spreads, like a creeping vine,
Necrotizing tissue, crossing lines.

Trauma, wounds that tear and split,
Reveal the fragility within it.
When sepsis strikes, or organs fail,
The skin too falters, turning pale.

A multidisciplinary hand must guide,
To heal the wounds and turn the tide.
Restoring the balance, sealing the skin,
Preventing infection from getting in.

A race against time, a fight to restore,
The skin’s lost strength, its vital core.
In every cell, in every pore,
We seek to heal, to protect once more.

By SG