There's an 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.
There's an 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.
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i really find it fascinating but what is it actually about? im going to take a stab and say...secrets held between family? seeing as its in a room, and your all talking about things pretending the real problem isnt actually there. am i right? or completely off? haha
a very nice write by the way!
Well you are kind of right. But not really. It's about a death or yes as you said a problem that has hurt the whole family, but no one cares to talk about it. This is not the whole poem i cut alot out. It touched me because 1. when my mum died that is all my family did. avoid talking about it. nd because of that, it tore me up inside. I thought that talking about my feelings was bad, becasue no one else was. 2. The end of this poem says, If only we could talk about babera's death... my mum's name was babera.
The end of it goes...=
There's an 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 say her name.
Oh, please say "Barbara" again.
Oh, please, let's talk about the elephant in the room.
For if we talk about her death,
Perhaps we can talk about her life.
Can I say "Barbara" to you and not have you look away?
For if I cannot, then you are leaving me
Alone ...
In a room ...
With an elephant.
"For if we talk about her death,
Perhaps we can talk about her life."
I LOVE lines like this. and its so tough you've had to live through this, its definitely never wrong to talk about something that you DO want to talk about, no matter what it is. however, it sounds like other family members want to talk about it too but are in the same boat as you and just don't want to bring sadness upon the rest of the family for something that they want to say. the WHOLE poem goes a lot deeper, but i could understand what you were writing about by reading only the first two verses.
Ironically enough, i was going to say that perhaps there was a death, but that was going to be a total guess, so i stuck with what i knew.
anyway, its an amazing write, but very tragic story.
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