In the depths where fire softly roams, Acid reflux finds its home, A tale of burn and chest's unrest, Where comfort fades, and heart's oppressed.
Stomach acid, bold and fierce, Climbs the path it should not pierce, Through a sphincter weak or worn, A restless tide that leaves one torn.
A bitter taste, a painful ache, In moments small, it starts to wake, Spicy bites and fatty fare, Caffeine's kick and alcohol's glare.
The esophagus, a vessel tight, Struggles with this errant flight, Triggers set the stage for woe, In this fiery dance of ebb and flow.
Yet hope persists in changing ways, Lifestyle shifts can ease the blaze, Medications on the counter's grace, Offer solace, soothe the race.
When severity claims its stage, Surgical paths might mark the page, In every trial, a quest for peace, To find relief and sweet release.
So here’s to those who bear the flame, In silent battles, fight the same, With knowledge, care, and patience shown, May they find comfort, all their own.
