A whisper grows within the gut,
A swelling tide, a tightening strut.
The belly, once serene and light,
Now feels a storm in bloated plight.
Gas-filled clouds, they churn and spin,
A chaos brewing deep within.
Broccoli, beans, the carbon’s fizz,
A rebel force, the stomach’s quiz.
A hurried bite, a gulp of air,
A feast consumed without much care.
Silent triggers, hidden foes,
Set the stage for pain that grows.
A restless dance of meals ill-met,
The gut protests with deep regret.
IBS and SIBO’s hold,
A tale of discomfort yet untold.
Hormones whisper, cycles change,
Bloating rises, symptoms range.
The abdomen, a taut balloon,
Swells beneath a phantom moon.
Yet through this ache, a path unfolds,
Of mindful meals and habits bold.
Sip water slow, let probiotics guide,
And let digestion’s wave subside.
Exercise, a gentle balm,
Restores the gut to peaceful calm.
Trigger foods, now left aside,
Bring relief as storms subside.
Oh, bloat, the tempest in disguise,
A fleeting woe where wisdom lies.
Through patient care, the belly’s strife
Gives way to balance, breath, and life.
