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?
 
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[Posted in FML issue 2683]