Pink Elephants Are

Pink Elephants Are

Pink elephants are not mistakes of the mind,

They do not arrive through weakness or wine.

They walk in when truth grows too heavy to hold,

And reality softens its grip for a while.

They stand where belief has been laughed out of rooms,

Where logic has failed to explain what is felt.

Large and unashamed in impossible colour,

They remind you that sense is not always the point.

Pink elephants are memory painted aloud,

Old courage returning in unfamiliar skin.

They carry the weight of what we endure,

Without asking permission or proof.

They are strength made visible, bold and absurd,

Moving forward despite being doubted.

Every step says, I am still here,

Even when you pretend not to see me.

Pink elephants appear when denial cracks,

When the world feels too sharp to face head on.

They cushion the fall with strange beauty,

And teach survival through imagination.

They do not mock you for needing them,

They nod and keep walking beside you.

Patient, steady, impossibly pink,

Until you are strong enough to stand alone.

Pink elephants are not something to cure,

They are something to understand.

A signal that the mind is protecting the soul,

In the only language it can use.