Zest

Peeling back layers of the mind
exposes raw flesh concealed behind.
Under bitter pith the segments lie,
deciding whether seeds should live or die.
Below the bright exterior rind;
the toughest skin that shields its kind.
The pulp, the pips and life's juice
are kept from running free and loose.

The blade that cuts into its flesh
releases pain and guts and stress.
It shows the life that lies within,
the laden heart punished for sin.
Revealed the colour deep and true,
the pulse of life beats through and through.
Zest is for the living soul;
do we divide and cut or keep it whole?