At first, a whisper, soft yet deep,
A hidden shadow starts to creep.
At times, it’s smooth, it moves with grace,
Yet sometimes firm, it holds its place.
Meanwhile, some swell with cycles’ tide,
Fluid-filled, they grow, then hide.
On the other hand, some knots remain,
Bringing tenderness, a fleeting pain.
If warmth and redness start to rise,
An infection may be in disguise.
But should a lump seem hard and still,
It may demand a sterner will.
In contrast, trauma leaves a mark,
A firm mass where the bruises dark.
Or fatty growths, so soft, benign,
That rest with ease beneath the spine.
However, caution calls us near,
When lumps are firm or bring forth fear.
Likewise, if skin should dip or scale,
It’s time to lift the warning veil.
In the end, awareness guides,
A step ahead where truth resides.
Because early care can change the way,
From fear to hope—a brighter day.
