A twist, a pivot, a sudden halt, And deep within, the cartilage faults. Two crescent moons within the knee, Silent sentries, keeping bones free.
They bear the weight of leaps and bounds, Absorbing shocks without a sound. Medial, lateral – the twins aligned, But one slight shift and fibers unwind.
Athletes feel it first, the twinge, the tear, A sharp reminder lurking there. From soccer fields to courts of play, The meniscus yields to swift decay.
Pain like a shadow, swelling tight, Twists and turns become a fight. A lock, a catch, the knee holds fast, Stiffness builds, the moment’s passed.
Radial scars and horizontal lines, The cartilage cracks in intricate designs. Bucket handles fold, displaced, Complex tears leave their twisted trace.
An MRI reveals the hidden scene, The ghostly cartilage caught between. RICE and therapy may mend the pain, But sometimes surgery’s the only gain.
In every sport, in age and youth, The meniscus bears the hidden truth: Fragile fabric within us all, Just one wrong move, and it starts to fall.
