Confessions of a Runaway Teen

Someone said I could find it
Outside of my home
But now that I’m out here
I feel more alone.

I thought I could make it
I felt certain I had the skills
To keep myself alive
But these hunger pains are really hard to kill.

No one looks at me out here.
People don’t seem to notice
I’m wondering around in circles,
And I’m all out of focus

Except the ones who want what I have.
I know they don’t care.
But I’m hoping they turn out to be
Hope in my despair.

They aren’t.
I feel used.
I feel disconnected.
I feel abused.

I need to go back home.
So, I guess I’ll turn around.
What I thought was missing,
I still haven’t found.

Maybe what I needed
Was there all along.
I was so busy wishing that I couldn’t see
All I wanted was a home.

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Help for Runaways

Confessions of an Intellectual Teen

Yes, I’m smart.

Some admire my thoughts

While others make fun.

Some encourage me to explore

While others want me to ignore

My ability to dig deep

While they just want to sleep.

Well, I have a desire and a drive

To see the world survive

The drought of concern

For humans who discern

The difference between

What is clean and clean.

I think about what is to come

More than what’s already been done.

I want my life to matter

To live above the clatter

Of just getting by

And going through the motions until I die.

I don’t want to just live up to my potential

I want to leave footprints and be intentional

About changing the world.

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.

Hope Woke Me Up

Hope woke me up this morn
Her gentle nudge was like a horn.

“Wake up!” was her simple song
Reminding me that no matter what goes wrong

I am not alone.

Hope coaxed the covers from my head
Then gradually pulled me from the bed.

She handed me a smile to wear
And filled me up with joy making me aware

I have something special to share.

Hope danced around me as I dressed
Waving a banner and singing about how much I am blessed.

Then Hope did something totally unexpected
She transformed my heart and mind where she could be reflected

And I could have a day where we are never disconnected.

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No matter what, we always have reason to hope.

God is always up to something good. He even knows how to make the hard things work for our good.

Romans 8:28 (TPT)
So we are convinced that every detail of our lives is continually woven together to fit into God’s perfect plan of bringing good into our lives, for we are His lovers who have been called to fulfill His designed purpose.