Now that I’m home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked into my warm new bed.
I would like to open my baggage
Lest I forget,
There is so much to carry –
So much to regret.
Hmm.. Yes there it is, right on the top
Let’s unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my leash hides Fear and Shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn’t good enough – for they didn’t want me.
Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things
And take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage,
To never re-pack?
I pray that you do – I’m so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage –
Will you still want me?

Author: Evelyn Colbath

1 thought on “Baggage

  1. When I first learnt my computer I came across this poem you had posted. I thought it was the most truthful thing I had ever read, so I sat and copied every word down on to a little pad I still have on my computer desk. That would be some 6 years or so ago now – and here it is – talking right back to me. Thankyou because its this that attracts me to the most beautiful birds … the ones I want to help – all of them.

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