Oh poor little elephant in the room.

No one knows him.

He cries repent.

But I still will not let him go.

I won't speak of him.

Not a word.

He hangs from my ear lobes.

Sits in my eyes.

Slouches my shoulders.

And sometimes makes me cry.

He is big...

But invisible to the eye.

He wants to leave,

I want him to.

But this chain is ample.

And clamped to me tight.

Where is the key?

Not in sight.

I know its here somewhere.

Or maybe hours away.

Poor little elephant in the room.

He needs to be free.

He needs to be with his momma.

Which unfortunately is me.

I have created this elephant.

This elephant of distrust.

Its no ones fault but my own.

But this I feel is unjust.