Now that I’m home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed.
I’d 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 perch 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 Repack?
I pray that you do – I’m so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage –
Do you still want me?