Do You Still Want Me?

Now that I'm home, bathed, settled, and fed,

All nicely tucked in my warm new bed.

I must open my baggage, the things I'd like to forget

There's so much to carry - so much to regret.

As I unpack, I come across

My loneliness, sorrow, heartache, and loss.

There by my leash hides fear and shame

And I still have to unpack my baggage called pain.

I've got quite a load, and more baggage I find

When people who want me then change their mind.

Will you add to my baggage: will you help me unpack?

Just to look at my things and then send me back?

Or will I unpack my baggage and put it away

Finally finding a home where I'm wanted to stay?

I pray that I have - I'm so tired you see

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