There’s something you see but pretend that you don’t,
A moment you could speak—but mostly, you won’t.
It sits in the space with a trunk and a stare,
Unspoken, yet loud, like it's gasping for air.

 

So why not just name it, with humor or grace?
Bring light to the shadow that clouds up the space.
A sty in your eye? Call it fashion, then steer,
The talk toward connection, not awkward veneer.

 

"I’m low on some charge, but still sparked to engage,"
"My blindness just tunes in your voice on this stage."
An algebra class that nobody picked—
Can still be a game if the tone is just flicked.

 

Unwanted, untrusted, unsure of your lane?
You still can bring honesty free of all shame.
A crush not returned? Say it clear, without fear—
“I’m glad for your friendship, I just had to steer.”

 

That elephant’s yours, so why let it grow?
When truth’s spoken gently, it softens the blow.
You don’t have to shout or put on a show—
A sentence with heart can help tensions let go.

 

So name it with humor, or name it with grace—

You free up the room when you give it a place.

 

If you differ in faith or in how you decide,

Just speak from the heart, no need to deride.

It clears out the static, invites a clean start,

And shows there is room for a meeting of heart.

 

So name it with humor, or name it with grace—

You free up the room when you give it a place.