Wanderer

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.