Myocardial Contusion

A cycle of poems «Trauma Life Support»

A force unseen, a blow so hard
A chest compressed, a fractured guard
The heart, it beats, a rhythm strong
But hidden damage, where it's gone wrong
Myocardial contusion, the silent plea
A bruised heart muscle, you can't see

The EKG whispers, a cryptic tune
ST elevations, rising soon
Troponin levels, slowly climb
A hidden struggle, against time
The body's fighting, a valiant quest
To mend the damage, put it to rest

Shortness of breath, a racing pace
The chest feels tight, a painful space
Arrhythmias flicker, a warning sign
The heart's confused, its rhythm decline
Pain radiates, a burning fire
A silent battle, a hidden pyre

The EKG whispers, a cryptic tune
ST elevations, rising soon
Troponin levels, slowly climb
A hidden struggle, against time
The body's fighting, a valiant quest
To mend the damage, put it to rest

Rest and recovery, the only cure
Time and patience, to help endure
Medications flow, to ease the strain
The heart will heal, though it may remain
A fragile whisper, a memory's trace
Of the bruise that lingers, in its sacred space

The EKG whispers, a cryptic tune
ST elevations, rising soon
Troponin levels, slowly climb
A hidden struggle, against time
The body's fighting, a valiant quest
To mend the damage, put it to rest

Myocardial contusion, a silent foe
But with strength and care, we watch it go
The heart will mend, its rhythm restored
A stronger beat, forever adored.