In lungs where once the air flowed free, Now scarred and stiff, they struggle to be. Interstitial spaces once open wide, Now thickened, constricted, from inside.
A breath that's short, a cough so dry, Fatigue weighs heavy, as days go by. With every step, exertion grows, The chest feels tight, discomfort shows.
The causes many, from dust to flame, Toxins, drugs, or an autoimmune claim. Radiation’s touch or infection’s hold, Yet often the reason remains untold.
Idiopathic, the mystery named, A lung without fault now sadly maimed. Fibrosis builds, like vines that choke, The alveoli, where life once woke.
In the clinic's light, the images show, How lungs once clear now faintly glow. Tests reveal the breath that's lost, As each intake comes at a cost.
Medications try to slow the march, Immunosuppressants or a steroid's arch. Yet for some, the journey’s steep, A new lung whispers in their sleep.
With care and time, hope still survives, In every breath, a fight for lives.
