My Tomatoes

“You can’t be bitter
and expect life
to be sweet.”

Within the heart,
my red and ripened fruit,
Are hidden feelings
I knew not I had.
They sprout in secret
from a bitter root.

And what can make
this bad blood obsolete?
From pain, so unresolved,
that grew so bad?
A disappointed soul
now grows unsweet.

I lift my hands and say
“God, take it away.”