BAGGAGE     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 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