Do I still want you?

When you're home, bathed, settled, and fed,
All nicely tucked in our warm, new bed.
you'd like to open your baggage.
Lest you forget.
There is so much to carry-----
So much to regret..

.......But I still want you..

Yes there it is, right on top
Let's unpack loneliness, heartache and loss.
And there by your leash, hides fear and shame,
As you look on these things you tried so hard to leave,
You still have to unpack your baggage called pain.

.......And I still want you..

You loved them, the others, the ones who left you,
and you weren't good enough--for they didn't want you.

---But I was waiting for you..

I welcome your baggage.
I will help you unpack.
I won't look at your things and send you right back..

Of course I have time to help you unpack,
to put away your baggage---
help you leave it behind.
I pray you believe me-I see you are weary;
Please come with your baggage.

By Frode in Norway, in reply to "My Baggage" poem.


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