In the heart's vast and intricate land, A vessel narrows, a tightening band, The aorta's path, a crucial line, Where blood flows rich, like ancient wine.
Congenital tale from birth's first breath, A narrowing path, a silent test, Blood pressure rises, struggles start, A heavy burden on a tiny heart.
In infants frail, the signs appear, Breaths are labored, cries unclear, Feeding falters, growth delayed, Skin grows pale, energy frayed.
For those who grow, yet still must cope, Symptoms linger, altering hope, High pressure grips the youthful arms, Headaches pound with relentless charms.
Muscles weaken, legs grow cold, Nosebleeds frequent, tales unfold, Chest bears pain, a constant guest, The heart’s journey, a daunting quest.
Doctors search with careful eye, Imaging scans the narrowing sky, Echoes, X-rays, MRIs too, Reveal the path blood must construe.
Treatment varies with the strife, Medication to ease the life, Surgery to mend the breach, Balloon and stent, new paths to reach.
With care and watch, lives renew, Healthy days in varied hue, Yet follow-ups, a must, remain, To guard against recurring strain.
Coarctation, a hidden plight, Yet with hope, we fight the fight, Early found, and aptly treated, Life’s full rhythm, then completed.
