In the mirror's reflection, a story untold, Of skin cells in rebellion, growing bold. Psoriasis, a chronic tale of strife, An autoimmune waltz, a challenge in life.
A rapid buildup, scaling so bright, Redness and silver in the morning light. Itching and burning, discomfort and pain, A journey of sorrow, through sunshine and rain.
Plaque psoriasis, the commonest kind, Raised lesions of red, with silvery rind. Guttate's small dots, in youth may appear, Inverse shines in folds, where skin holds dear.
Pustular with blisters, white amidst red, Erythrodermic's spread, a wide-spanning dread. The causes, unknown, but whispers we hear, Of T cells in battle, immune system's gear.
Triggers abound, in stress and in strain, Injuries, infections, cold weather's domain. Medications, smoking, and alcohol's call, All play their part in this chronic sprawl.
Symptoms we see, in patches so red, Thickened nails, cracked skin, sometimes they bled. Swollen joints that stiffen, a psoriatic plea, For relief and comfort, for a body set free.
Treatments are varied, in forms they come, Topicals soothe, as first steps for some. Phototherapy's glow, systemic might, Biologics target, with precision in sight.
Quality of life, so deeply it bends, Managing the flare-ups, the means to an end. Psoriasis, a tale of the skin’s own plight, A fight for each day, from morning to night.
