Baggage

This body comes with baggage,
Past loves and heartbreaks,
Childbirth and backaches,
Enough to make a woman rage.

There are more things you can add,
To the list that comes with me,
Keepsakes that float like debris,
Frustrations that made me sad.

Things that make me who I am,
Are not often very pretty,
But I have no wish for pity,
Nor to ever think I am a sham.

My life has had its ups and downs,
Many moves and troubles,
Reveries and broken bubbles,
Dreamy smiles and angry frowns.

Guess I need and am looking for,
Someone to look past the trash,
To see only my treasured cache,
Can you love this me ever more?

By The Copper Dragoness, Jan., 2003