The Elephant in the room

The Elephant In The Room


There's and elephant in the room. It is large and squatting, so it is hard to get around it. Yet we squeeze by with "How are you?" and "I'm fine… And a thousand other forms of trivial chatter. We talk about the weather. We talk about work. We talk about everything else… Except the elephant in the room. We all know it is there. We are thinking about the elephant as we talk together. It is constantly on our minds. For, you see, "it" is a very big elephant. It has hurt us all. But we do not talk about the elephant in the room. Oh, please, can we give it a name. Oh, please can we say "it" again. Oh, please, let's talk about the elephant in the room. For if we talk about it's death, Perhaps we can talk about it's life. Can I say "it's" name" to you and not have you look away: For if I cannot, then you are leaving me alone… in a room… with an elephant with no name.