In the hidden depths where silence reigns, Beneath the veil of the gut's winding lanes, Lies a landscape where mysteries unfold, Where growths emerge, a story yet untold.
Colonic polyps, unbidden they appear, Nestled on the lining, unseen yet near, A common guest in the body's silent hall, Especially in age, they heed no call.
Most benign, these furtive protuberances, Yet some harbor whispers of malignancy, Adenomatous, the common breed they claim, Potential harbinger of a darker aim.
Hyperplastic, quieter and benign, Tucked away, not to malign, Inflammatory, born of fiery strife, In the colon's unrest, the trials of life.
Rarely seen, the hamartomatous kind, Linked to genes, their secrets bind, Peutz-Jeghers, juvenile polyposis they name, Markers of a deeper, hidden game.
Silent they reside, these growths of stealth, No heralds of trouble, no sign of ill health, Yet shadows lurk, symptoms may unveil, A change in the script, a different tale.
Bleeding whispers, habits rearranged, Abdominal whispers, a language estranged, The body's murmurings, a subtle cue, That silent growths may not be so few.
Screening's gaze, a vigilant eye, Peering within where mysteries lie, Colonoscopy's quest, imaging's sight, Seeking the shadows, revealing the light.
If found, a swift hand wields the cure, To pluck the buds before they mature, In the dance of prevention, a vital part, To safeguard against a darker art.
Colonic polyps, a narrative profound, In the body's tapestry, they are found, A silent journey, a delicate dance, Screened and removed, a life's chance.
