Spring Forward

It's never as deep as the wound suggests.
There are worse things that can happen.
I'm an advocate for disposing those clichés.
The carnage I've left in the dust has finally kicked up into my eyes,
Infiltrating my veins to the point of no return.
Or so it seems.
Put your nose to the grindstone or give up.
There were plenty days where I succumbed to the latter.
I may be too candid to be vulnerable at this very moment.
I may not care.
Fellowships have tried to recruit me,
In an attempt to taint my transparent philosophy.
Advice is starting to sound like a hollow tree,
Capsizing in an empty forest.
We all have our demons as well as bacteria.
On the surface they may seem harmful,
The ideal description of toxins.
In hindsight, they aid our well-being,
Maybe not all the time,
When placed upon vicarious scenarios.
We are a pleasant addition to the circle of life.
Be your own vaccine and live!

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