Within the mouth, a subtle pain does rise, Canker sores, small lesions, hidden lies. Not on the lips where cold sores dwell, But deep inside, where words might swell.
Round or oval, a white or yellowed core, Encased in red, a burning, tender sore. They make a home on cheeks, or tongue's soft place, A quiet ache, a hidden trace.
Minor ones may come and quickly go, A week or two, their scars won’t show. But major sores, with deeper, lasting grief, Take weeks to heal, their pain a thief.
Herpetiform, in clusters they appear, Tiny dots that bring discomfort near. Though small in size, their impact great, They turn the tongue and lips to gates of fate.
What brings them forth, we’re yet to know, An injury, stress, or foods that glow With spice or acid, they may spark, The sores that leave a lasting mark.
Deficiencies in vitamins, iron, or zinc, Or hormonal shifts can make them link. Conditions too, like celiac’s pain, Or bowels inflamed, may start the chain.
But still they heal, with care and time, Topical aids, or medicines’ climb. Avoid the triggers, keep the mouth pristine, And soothe the sores that lie unseen.
But if they linger, if they grow, Seek a hand, a doctor’s know. For large or lasting, painful sores, May need more care, may need more cures.
In time, they fade, their pain released, And once again, the mouth finds peace. But in their wake, a lesson learned, To guard the mouth, where fires burned.
