The Gift

At midday,
My mind was flooded
With different thoughts.
After much thinking,
I sighed and said to myself;
When single,
You are at a valley of indecision
All you see are pretty boxes
Beautifully wrapped
In different blinding colours
In different shapes and size.
So many appeals to you
And you’ve been instructed to pick one
Not just anyone
But the right one.
You can shake
You can feel
But
you can’t open just yet.
The moment you’ve picked the right box,
You can open and see
What’s been wrapped up all for you.
The funny thing is,
It’s a never ending box.
Almost like a Pandora’s box.
Aren’t we all gifts
wrapped up in colorful ribbons
Waiting to be unwrapped someday?
Aren’t we all beautiful boxes
Waiting to be opened
And wanting to be discovered piece by piece?

Estée ✨