“Baggage”

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 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 repack?
I pray that you do – I’m so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage -
Will you still want me?

by Evelyn Colbath