Baggage
By
Evelyn Colbath
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?
Evelyn Colbath "Baggage" © 1995 Evelyn
Colbath. All rights reserved.
