I wrote this poem for Bear Sage’s Poetry Week 6: The Gift We Give Ourselves.
Happy Holidays
Three boxes wait—
all wrapped,
all tagged,
all... mine.
First box—
I know its shape—
I’ve given it
before—
and now it’s my turn
to open it.
In the box:
compassion.
I close my eyes
and smile.
Second box—
I know its size—
I’ve given it
to others—
and now it’s my turn
to get it.
In the box:
forgiveness.
I close my eyes—
and sigh.
Third box—
I know its weight—
I’ve given it
to you—
and now it’s my turn
to feel it.
In the box:
acceptance.
I close my eyes.
Three boxes—
three gifts—
One person
and one tag:
From: Me—
To: Me.
No more boxes.
The ones missing:
one with understanding,
one with presence,
and one with love—
with a tag:
From: you.
Did my gifts never reach you?
Or am I simply not worth
yours?
— Cae Rivas —
Thank you to Bear Sage for inviting me to participate and offering the prompt inspiration.
I also want to share Bear's reflection on the poem—I think he absolutely nailed it:
This poem understands that self-work often comes from necessity, not empowerment. Compassion, forgiveness, acceptance. These are not lofty virtues in this piece. They are survival skills learned because something essential never arrived from the outside.
The repetition of “I know its shape / I know its size / I know its weight” tells us everything. These gifts were learned through giving, not receiving. They were practiced outward until they became the only language available inward.
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I would give you all the boxes Sir Carlos Maximeowliano!!! 🎁 💝
And thank you for the best gift of all, your friendship! 🙏🏼
I don’t usually “get” poetry, but this one landed for me; clear, human, and generous. I loved the turn inward with From: Me — To: Me.
The ending stayed with me because it felt like that very human moment where freedom shows up… and expectation sneaks back in.
Beautifully done.