The Meaning of Rescue,

Baggage by Evelyn Colbath © 1995.

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. Hmmm... 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 — Will YOU still want ME?

I've seen that before but it never gets old. Very touching, thought-provoking stuff. Thanks for posting this.

lovely

One of my favourites that one, really gets the point cross. So sad though, because its so true.

:mellow: so touching and sad, certainly makes one think..

It's so true

bumping a good one to read

Yes, it's a very good one.