Internal Struggle: An Ode

There really is no easy way
To say what I'm about to say.
Teeth were removed from her mouth
One of which doth traveled south.
You see, what happened is quite rare
For she was in rather excellent care
But there was a tiny slip
That sent a tooth on a sweet trip.
Could it be, it lost it's way?
Or maybe it just wants to stay.
I understand it is quite wise
But it needs to cut it's ties.
Inside a belly it doth roam
But that cannot be it's home.
Dear wisdom tooth, it's time to leave
Give our girl a bit of reprieve.
Perhaps it will take one more meal
One thing's sure, shit's getting real.