As He Peels The Ripe Mango

as he peels the ripe fruit
a mango
taking the skin
and slowly sipping the
sweet sap from
the pulp and
leaving the
hard part
of the seed

so shall God peel the
masks of our faces
slowly shall He take
the sweet smiles
the substances
of our memories
and pasts
leaving the
core of our soul

He skins us He buries us
and so shall we, all of us without exception, begin
to regrow a new beginning.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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