I wrote this poem and sent it to my T, after failed attempts to bring my transference issues to center. His discomfort sent me reeling... Even though he has always accepted, applauded and validated my openness. That which is left unsaid is always loudest...

Elephant


I imagine he slips in

Wondering

If we'll ever acknowledged him.

I know its gender by the size of his trunk,

His enormous tusks

That endless stare.

He looms in the corner
(how he fits there, I'll never know... )

How he arrived there to begin with

is still a mystery

Yet, he never leaves.

I wonder too,

If he lingers long after I'm gone

Pondering whether or not we will ever address him

Or, if we'll simply continue pretending

We're alone in the room.

He may listen in

On other sessions throughout your day

But secretly,

I want him all to myself.

My beautiful, massive, and patient elephant.

I will feed him,

Nurture him,

And present him to you

Until you see his worth,

Find his purpose

and embrace his presence

with your gentleness.

Together,

We'll climb upon his back

Travel to unknown

and untouched lands

Gathering all there is to know

and feel,

Giving each riverbank

and hillside a name,

Until we are satisfied we've explored them all.

Only then, will we rest.

Only then, will the elephant move on.