Poem found with homeless cat

 

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 bowl
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 go back?
I pray that you do -
I'm so tired you see.


But I do come with baggage -
So will you still want me?