The Passion Fruit
Location
Reaching up high
I pick the ripest passion fruit
It holds fast to the vine,
But I am strong.
Cradling it close to my face
I feel its warmth from the sun.
It glows from the inside out.
I see flashes of colors
Like a flag spinning through the air
To the beats of a color guard show.
It is the music that I never tire of
and feel in every ounce of my body.
It is flawless
I keep it close
and let its aroma encompass me.
I never get enough
of the juices and the flavors.
They taste of victory and defeat
Both just as sweet.
It drips down my hands
leaving an unforgettable path.
The stain reminds me
Of words I leave on the page.
I hear them in the silence
and see them in my sleep.
They are flawless
This small piece of passion
Makes my life full
Beautiful
Flawless