At first, it creeps, a subtle sway, Yet soon, the world begins to stray. However still, your feet may rest, The spinning chaos leaves you stressed.
Because the ear's canals betray, Or nerves inflame along their way, Perhaps a storm within your head, Brings balance centers into dread.
Meanwhile, your steps may falter, fall, Although you try to heed the call. Above, below, all twists and turns, Forgetting stillness your heart yearns.
Moreover, causes can confound, From calcium crystals shifting around, To fluid rising, filling space, And migraines clouding time and place.
Indeed, a stroke can strike this dance, Or MS may impair your stance. Beyond these, stress and drugs might lead To dizzy storms that don't recede.
Thus nausea grips, your stomach churns, And vision blurs as balance burns. Although the path to calm seems far, A steady course can mend the jar.
First, seek the tests to chart the maze, Then therapies may clear the haze. For BPPV, the maneuvers align, And medication quells the climb.
Finally, though the spins may cease, The memory lingers, stealing peace. Yet onward flows the healing stream, Till stillness reigns, no longer a dream.
