The Meaning of Rescue

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?

-Author Unknown