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 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?

(author unknown)