The Path Is Long

The resume, a fortress built on sand,

Each click "submit" a wave that washes land.

The inbox bare, a silence vast and deep,

Fourteen long years, no offers come to keep.

The map unfurls, a world of distant dreams,

But pockets light, it's just an empty scheme.

To chase a chance in pastures fresh and green,

Requires coin, a treasure yet unseen.

Despair may whisper, "This is all you'll find,"

But hope, an ember, flickers in the mind.

A LinkedIn profile, brushed and made anew,

Keywords sharp, to pierce the digital hue.

Networks woven, threads of trust and care,

Reaching out, a burden others share.

Temp work accepted, stepping stones to climb,

Each skill a weapon, honed against time.

The map unfolds, a whisper in the breeze,

A city beckons, with lower living fees.

Roommates sought, a shared and friendly space,

A frugal move, to find a better place.

The path is long, the climb may seem so steep,

But steady steps, a promise you can keep.

For every doubt, a seed of strength you sow,

This journey's yours, watch the new future grow.