conflicting_gifts
Sonya
I
feel
like
the
little
girl
in
the
ruffled
pink
nightgown
on
Christmas
morning
.
I
received
two
presents
for
Christmas
this
year
that
I
asked
for
but
do
not
deserve
.
They
will
last
me
a
lifetime
if
I
am
careful
,
but
I
can
only
have
the
full
joy
of
one
in
the
end
.
So
like
an
excited
child
I
sit
here
and
stare
at
these
brightly
wrapped
packages.
I
have
no
idea
what
lies
under
the
handsome
wrapping.
One
present
has
been
under
the
tree
for
quite
some
time
.
I
had
been
fearful
to
even
consider
opening
it
until
now
.
The
other
had
just
arrived
and
its
solid
sheen grabs
my
attention
no
matter
how
much
I
try
to
fight
against
it
.
I
have
rubbed
the
shiny
ribbons
of
both
gifts
on
my
skin
,
but
I
still
cannot
decide
which
one
to
open
first
.
Which
one
shall
take
me
where
I
want
to
go
?
Which
one
shall
give
me
the
joy
that
lasts
for
eternity
?
Which
one
is
the
best
for
me
?
Questions
plague
me
day
and
night
,
and
yet
the
conflicting
gifts
are
oblivious
,
or
are
they
?
I
know
they
sit
there
and
notice
my
attention
,
but
they
do
not
dare
to
force
me
in
either
direction
.
I'm
just
the
little
girl
with
two
elaborately
wrapped
gifts
in
front
of
me
.
I
am
a
selfish
child
because
I
want
what
I
can't
have
.
I
want
both
.
Perhaps
they
are
better
left
unwrapped...
020102
...
Grievance
tendrils
awaken
from
distances
unknown
gazes
are
secrets
being
shown
dreams
,
hopes
,
laughing
todays,
yesterdays
but
present
remains
a
conflict
in
sorrow
guise
the
true
intention
unwrapped
gifts
are
as
useful
as
a
forgotten
memory
,
that
even
remembered
don't
leave
you
somewhere
to
belong
.
020102
...
three words
nighthugs
whisper_gently
conflicting_gifts
101217
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
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