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-
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