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
Copyright © Graham Bentley | Year Posted 2021
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