Be Content, Keep Searching

In bed feel flustered

Cause I won’t get the job

I applied for last month,

Feeling I’ve been robbed
 

Of something I’d be good at it.

Writing is my passion.

Kudos to whom was chosen

I can only imagine
 

What qualifications they had

How more suited they could be

I applaud other writers

But when will my time be
 

To find an awesome job

Within my chosen field?

This year or more longer?

It’s tough not to yield
 

Seems like only yesterday

I walked across that stage,

Feeling like I finished a chapter

Ready to turn the page
 

Of the next chapter in my life.

“College is over and done,”

I thought. “Bring on those jobs

For The real world has begun.”
 

I did find some work

Not what I had in mind

But it pays those bills

I guess I’m doing fine.
 

“Be content,” my Mom says.

For I already have a job.

There are those who have none

They have reason to sob.
 

The only comfort I can take

Is that God has a plan

To give me something better.

It’s all in His Hands.
 

Would you look at that.

My frustration’s gone away.

It took only some poetry

And alone time to pray.
 

(Side note: Everything’s fine. I’m searching and praying. God has my back.)