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.