Egg Shells

It is hard to broach, to confront, to share A subject full of strange depth, unknown, dark, confusing I always used to laugh at the interesting concept Of “The Elephant in the room” Yes, we have one now, it is big, stands there silent Earning it’s name, observing our avoidance As we ignore this giant beast, we look everywhere else But not where it matters Not knowing how to even begin to talk How to form words that make it right Feeling a selfish pain, seeing this reflected For both of us the same So we pretend not to see this Choosing not to talk, not to be the first to fall Caught in a surreal dance of denial As we tread carefully on our egg shells 2011