the pit

Self-awareness is like 
trying to put a pit in a plum 
after it's already grown 
full and ripe without one. 
With glossy-deep skin 
like a surface abyss, 
and beneath it is gold 
or red in its bliss 
of juice-laden pulpy 
flesh. And you say, 
hey wait? Why put 
any pit into this? 

And that's when you 
find yourself 
the pit. 

It was always in there. 
It was worth, perhaps,
not knowing it. 

Yet finding it centered
and hard and dense, 
you regrow your flesh 
to untouched skin, drink 
deep in the knowledge of juice 
and sense, and begin
to act from within.