Celiac is a Bitch, Wouldn't You Say?

In a realm of culinary delight,
Where flavors dance, a vibrant sight,
There exists a foe, an unwelcome guest,
That plagues the palate, leaving unrest.

Celiac, a name that echoes loud,
A condition, a burden, quite profound,
A prison of wheat, rye, and barley's hold,
A life where indulgence feels far too bold.

Oh, celiac, how you vex and strain,
Restricting choices, causing endless pain,
Inconvenient whispers, lurking unseen,
Unraveling the joy of each culinary scene.

Bread, once a staple, now an enemy,
Tantalizing aromas, a cruel remedy,
Pastas, pastries, cakes divine,
All lost to the realm, no longer mine.

Oh, the dining out, a treacherous quest,
Navigating menus with hesitant zest,
Scouring for clues, hidden gluten's game,
While others indulge without shame.

Grocery store visits become a chore,
Scanning labels, searching for more,
A minefield of ingredients, cunningly disguised,
Celiac, oh how you've opened my eyes.

Social gatherings, a source of dread,
Fear of cross-contamination, a constant thread,
Politely declining, an unwanted choice,
While others feast, my heart's inner voice.

But amidst the struggle, a strength resides,
A determination that never subsides,
To find a way, adapt, and persist,
To savor the flavors I've sorely missed.

The gluten-free aisle, a haven I find,
With alternatives crafted by those kind,
They strive to ease the burden we bear,
Offering solace, showing they care.

And so, dear celiac, though you bring strife,
You've taught resilience in this challenging life,
Inconvenient, yes, but my spirit you'll not break,
For I'll embrace your challenge, whatever it takes.

In a world of flavors, I'll find my way,
Creating recipes that won't betray,
And though the journey may test my will,
I'll savor each victory, with love, I'll fill.

For celiac, you may try to impose,
But my spirit, it strengthens, as it grows,
Inconvenience won't define my days,
I'll rise above, embracing life's array.

But sometimes I'm angered, by the blight I must wear.
Sometimes I feel like it just isn't fair.
There's but one thing to say at the end of the day,
Celiac's a bitch, wouldn't you say?