Soul Pulp

How can we spend our entire lives with people who despise our poetry it doesn't make sense to expose the pulp of our souls to complete strangers but that is what we're forced to do because the people who love us the most can't stand the texture or the taste of our inner beings - We're just flowers to them something to keep them company balance the weeds in their mind garden break walls to the tsunami of living add a splash of color to their padded rooms.. They'd rather tap away on their smart phones conversing with strangers about cooking recipes politics or the indifference that their loved ones have to their bipolar tendencies-