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.
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 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?

— Author Unknown