A fracture is a break, a crack, a bone's distress, From trauma's sudden fall, or cancer's grim caress. In battle's fierce embrace or age's silent wear, A bone can find its fracture, in trauma or despair.
Simple fractures, clean within, with skin unmarred, remain, A silent break, a quiet pain, yet still a bone’s refrain. Compound fractures tell a tale of piercing through the flesh, An open wound, a broken bone, in pain's unyielding mesh.
Transverse fractures, straight and true, a line across the bone, A simple break in simple form, a fracture's monotone. Oblique fractures curve and slope, a break that's at a slant, A diagonal tale of bone's distress, a fracture's twisted chant.
Comminuted fractures shatter bones, in pieces, fragments lie, A jigsaw puzzle in the flesh, a break that won't comply. Greenstick fractures bend and break, in children often found, A partial tale of bone's distress, where one side's safe and sound.
Stress fractures whisper, a crack from overuse, A quiet plea from weary bones, in athletes' strong misuse. Treatment comes to mend these breaks, to realign the bone, With casts and splints, and sometimes steel, the fracture's fate is sown.
Surgical hands with metal rods, with plates and screws so fine, Reconstruct the shattered bone, to heal, to intertwine. Rehabilitation's gentle touch, in therapy's embrace, Restores the strength, the function lost, brings bone back to its place.
Through pain and healing, bones repair, in time they find their grace, A fracture's tale, from break to mend, in life's enduring race.
