In the depths of the gut, a tale unfolds, A story of fat that cannot be told, Where digestion fails in the labyrinth deep, And the body’s secrets are ours to keep.
Fat, once absorbed, now drifts away, Through the bowels in an oily spray, Pale and bulky, it refuses to hide, In the stool, it lingers, a stubborn tide.
Celiac, Crohn's, a system unkind, Malabsorption leaves nutrients behind. A pancreas weak, a liver held tight, Fat, undigested, escapes into light.
Bile’s elusive, the ducts blocked and strained, A river of oil that can’t be contained. Enzymes, the keys that should set us free, Now float like phantoms, out of reach, unseen.
From pills and diets, relief we seek, The cure lies hidden, the answer weak. A stomach aggrieved by the weight it bears, Silent and heavy, burdened with cares.
Greasy stools float on the waves of distress, The body is failing, the symptoms confess. Weight slips away, leaving hollowed bones, Vitamin deficiencies cut to the stones.
Through tests and scans, the truth we find, A diagnosis of the body, unkind. But with treatment comes hope, a slender thread, A chance to rise, to heal, to be fed.
In the realm of digestion, a story to tell, Of balance and chaos, and the paths we must quell. For steatorrhea, though foul in its plight, Holds the key to healing, through knowledge and light.
