Elephant Poem by maruah pompa

Mariah Pompa

Elephant in the room

This conversation isn’t happening,

Words won’t come out,

Anxiety all around it seems,

Just speak,

Say anything,

But no,

Something is in the way,

Pride maybe?

Fear?

No, anxiety all the way,

I feel like I can’t move,

Breathing is impossible with all this angst,

You can’t just say it?

Always holding back,

We’re running out of time,

This conversations doomed,

All because of the elephant in the room.

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