Why should I turn my attention to the art of poetry, when everyone's gaze is directed only toward flaws?

Here, the poet shares the quiet heartbreak of an artist facing an ungenerous world. It asks: why pour one's heart into perfecting the delicate craft of verse when audiences are so quick to hunt for mistakes rather than feel the beauty? It speaks to that universal creative fatigue where genuine passion feels drained by constant, superficial fault-finding.