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 -
Will you still want me?

Baggage(c)1995
Author - Evelyn Colbath all rights reserved
Please ask the author for permission (petmydog@vvm.com)