~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.
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
help 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?
~ Author Unknown ~