There’s an elephant in the room
She’s in the corner, but she’s there alright
Frequently seen then forcibly unseen
I guess some things are better left unsaid
Like a forced poem by a fake poet
But not all things should be kept in the dark
And it’s not a secret that your past continues to affect you
It's seen it in the quick triggering of your keen temper
Or when you lust for pleasure and power…. pills and potions
You’ve morphed your sorrows into a twisted form of your own morphine
Yet you refuse to acknowledge that anything’s wrong
That’s the elephant in the room
She’s depleting your peace and weathering your relationships
You’ve got to get her out!
In fact, let it ALL out
It’s alright to weep and be weak sometimes
It’s alright to admit mistakes and regrets
It’s alright to forgive and begin to heal
It’s alright
‘Cause after that
Eventually
You’ll really be
alright
Sarah Kenyi © 2016
