A sportsman strides with skill and grace,
Yet hidden pain begins to trace,
A tear beneath the muscle’s frame,
Athletic feats now marred by strain.
No bulge appears, no outward sign,
But deep within, the pain aligns,
With every twist, with every turn,
A groin’s fierce fire begins to burn.
In soccer fields and hockey rinks,
Where bodies clash and minds must think,
The soft tissue bears the load,
As movements quick erode the road.
A tear, a strain, the tendons pull,
The pubic bone feels overfull,
And though they rest, the ache remains,
To haunt their steps, return the pain.
Yet diagnoses seem unclear,
No hernia to grasp or fear,
But scans reveal the hidden scar,
A body’s wear from pushing far.
Treatment starts with gentle care,
Rest and therapy repair,
But some may face the surgeon’s knife,
To mend the tissue, restore life.
In every sport, this tale unfolds,
Where bodies bend and minds grow bold,
The price of passion, hard and real,
A sportsman’s hernia, pain they feel.
