At first, the air flows calm and free,
But then a blockage disrupts the sea.
However slight, it starts to grow,
Choking life, disrupting the flow.
Indeed, the throat may close in fright,
As food or object halts the flight.
Moreover, swelling’s fiery sting
Brings chaos where breath should spring.
Meanwhile, deep within the chest,
Asthma’s grip constricts the rest.
Infections rage, or tumors bloom,
Turning pathways into gloom.
Additionally, trauma takes its toll,
Smoke and injury exact their role.
Foreign bodies lodge and stay,
Trapping air, obstructing the way.
Yet signs emerge to mark the strife,
Coughs and wheezes signal life.
Stridor cries, and skin turns blue,
Warnings clear, though grim and true.
Furthermore, the chest may sink,
As lungs fight hard for every blink.
Still, solutions stand in line,
To rescue air, to realign.
For instance, hands in Heimlich’s clasp,
May save the choking in their grasp.
Moreover, doctors’ skill and might,
Restore the breath and end the fight.
In conclusion, swift action reigns,
To clear the path and ease the strains.
Thus, let vigilance be our guide,
So life and breath can coincide.
