The Mentoring of Tumors
Lately, I've cut away hectares of tumors
that engulfed confidence, happiness
self-worth and wellbeing.
With surgery a bit of the good stuff was sacrificed:
A few shallow laughs, some adventure and mostly harmless mischief.
The mirror is filled with scars of the heart
excoriations of spirit
along with other yet to be discovered damage.
Though somewhat deformed, I like my new look.
I feel tiredly- refreshed.
The scalpels are dull and quiet for now
There's much more work to be done
as some of the newly homeless tumors
are mentoring new ones.
I'm no fool and fully aware that I'm also a tumor to others.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2024
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