Mr Elephant
There is something in the room
He sits between me and you
Stronger he grows, more vocal by the day
Our well-worn words tangle into grey
Try not to peek, take him for real
We're not sure his purpose is to heal
Ah ha! Deny you I can't
I finally see you…
Mr. Elephant
Copyright © Theresa Johnston | Year Posted 2012
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