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