Wanderer
By Amelia Rose
For Eric
Wanderer
I am a stranger here
A wanderer
Hiking through the mountains
Following the rivers
Crossing the plains
Trying to find
A place
A place where I belong.
A niche where I can stay
And thrive.
Follower
I am an apprentice here
Exploring each vocation
Discovering my talents
Experimenting with my natural gifts
Hoping to find
My calling
The mission of my life
A work in which I can flourish
And prosper.
Helper
I am an aid-giver here.
Seeking out the down-trodden
Lifting up the weak
Caring for the afflicted
Working to find
My people
The people I can serve
And the people who will help me
Grow.
My journey is long
It is arduous
There are many obstacles And stops along the way.
During my journey
I experience:
Heartbreak
Pain
Frustration
Hurtful people
Injury
Fatigue
Disillusionment
Anger.
And with each experience
I learn.
I grow.
I overcome.
Most the time I never feel like I’m good enough.
Just wandering in the mess I’ve created for myself.
The mess of a journey that is my life.
But sometimes I give myself some credit.
Sometimes I’ve done a good thing. And I know it.
Those are the good times.
And while there is difficulty along the way
There is also:
Joy
Hope
Growth
Peace
Excitement
Learning
Wisdom
Love.
And with each experience
I learn.
I grow.
I overcome.
Older
I am no longer young;
Starry-eyed for love
Enthusiastic about the future
Naïve about the world.
I’ve spent my life
Searching
Searching for the niche,
The place where I belong.
But I’ve never found it.
At least not yet.
I’ve never found a place
Where I can dig in and plant roots. A place I can call
Home.
And so I will continue searching
I will continue wandering
And following, and helping
And now sometimes leading
And teaching too
I will continue serving
And loving
And giving
And uplifting
Along the way.
I’ll keep the journey going
Until I find that niche.
Unless…
The niche is the journey.
That would be okay too.
