Confessions of a Wandering Teen

I am like driftwood
Floating on the sea
Looking for a place to land
Trying to find my destiny.

I feel like I’m all alone
Tossing to and fro
Not making good connections
Not sure where to go.

The uncertainty makes me anxious
I’m uncomfortable as I float.
Others seem to have it together.
While I’m grasping for hope.

Most days I feel heavy.
I should have things figured out.
But nothing appeals to me.
I don’t like this drought.

My parents, teachers, and friends
All tell me to just chill.
One day I will know my purpose
But “some day” just doesn’t appeal.

I really want to settle,
To get my future in hand.
I want my life to matter.
Why don’t they understand?

I know that I was made
For more than I see
And this longing in my heart
Is taking over me.

So here I sit adrift
Looking for the shore
Wondering when I will be anchored
To that something more.

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