Beneath the shadows where the tissues meet,
Emerges a growth, irregular, discrete.
Although it seems a polyp at first glance,
It’s but a scar of inflammation’s dance.
First and foremost, chronic wounds unfold,
From cycles of pain that the body holds.
Ulcerative colitis marks its name,
While Crohn’s disease fans the inflammatory flame.
Meanwhile, as healing begins anew,
The mucosa regenerates, creating this view.
Yet these islands of tissue, inflamed and raw,
Serve as a sign of a deeper flaw.
Furthermore, infections can leave their trace,
Forming pseudopolyps in a similar space.
Their texture uneven, their edges inflamed,
Mimicking tumors, but they’re wrongly named.
On one hand, they signify healing’s art,
On the other, they echo the struggle’s start.
They rise like whispers from a wounded land,
As the GI tract strives to heal and withstand.
Thus, a biopsy may reveal the truth,
Distinguishing mimicry from the root.
Still, these structures remind us to look,
At the chronic stories their presence has booked.
Ultimately, treatment begins at the base,
Addressing the root cause to slow the race.
With steroids, biologics, or healing time,
The pseudopolyp fades, leaving no crime.
In conclusion, it’s not the growth alone,
But the context and story that must be known.
For within the body’s intricate prose,
A pseudopolyp is but one chapter that grows.
