My Pet Elephant

My eyes open slowly as the rays of light settle on my face.

I stare at the ceiling,

hoping it would cave down on me as I listen to silence. 

The only two beings in the room are me and the elephant,

standing on a chair with the noose I tied around its neck,

His belly is filled with the things I don't confront because it hurts too much

and the only time it is ever touched is when my mom pushes him to the side to tell me yo clean my room, 

Or when she tells me I am not good enough and I run to my room to tell him my secret thoughts,

Or when I hide him under my bed when company comes over because they might feel his presence,

Or when my sisters spit venomous remarks my way for no reason at all and he gives me suggestions on what I should have said,

The elephant in the room is why I wake up. 

But,

Maybe,

Maybe one day I'll wake up and face him, 

Maybe one day I'll face it with ease like how umbrellas face the rain,

Maybe one day my smile will make him explode,

Maybe one day the Sun will scorch his skin and he will dissolve, 

Maybe one day I'll kick the chair. 

But until then, 

My pet elephant is only visible at night,

He watches my sleeping body and whispers in my ear so his words become my flashbacks, 

My pet elephant is filled with secrets whispered under my breath, 

My pet elephant has collected my secrets and hid them in his belly and he threatens to throw them up every time I laugh,

I wake up because my pet elephant told me that if I leave this house he will disappear. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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