I walked down the aisle with my bag firm at my side. A bag I had refused to let go of; one that had haunted me for years. Releasing it and its content was my only salvation, yet I refused to open it; tightening my grip. The secret of this bag and its power over me was unexplainable; its weight unfathomable. Right there, at the altar, I stared into those eyes; the very ones that made my load seem heavier. As I held my gaze, I dropped to my knees. My heavy burden of a bag crashing at His feet; the skeletons of the noisy night and the betrayal of love and trust.