The Gift #Na/GloPoWriMo Day 07-2019

The Gift

The wrapped box sat on the table
Beckoning to me
It was as if it was speaking to me
As I got closer, the ribbon began unfurling
Twirling swaying to the floor
A pile of beautiful soft swirls

I dared to touch the squiggles of ribbon
And it wriggled like a snake
The design shifted and was mesmerizing
Blinding me to the fact that the box
Sitting on the table was untouched

A tap on my shoulder reminded me
The gift is not yours until you open and use it
I wish I knew what is in that box
Why am I afraid to open it?

~RuthScribbles~

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Our prompt for the day (optional, as always) is also inspired by McKibbens, who posted these thoughts on her Twitter account a few months back:

What do you deserve? Name it. All of it. What are you ready to let go of? Name that too. Then name the most gentle gift for yourself. Name the brightest song your body’s ever held. Summon joy like you would a child; call it home. It wanders, yes. But it’s still yours.

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of gifts and joy. What would you give yourself, if you could have anything? What would you give someone else?