Now that I’m home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my nice warm new bed,
I’d like to open my baggage, Lest I forget,
There is so much to carry - So much to regret.
Hmmmm... yes, there it is, right on top,
Let’s unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss
And there by my perch hides my 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
My pigs - past & present
