Being Resilient

Facing reality, is grueling work,

You can't close eyes, or behind hope lurk.

My venture is faltering, there are limited clients,

I'm as doomed, as a David amongst giants.

 

I have trained to survive, before the fact,

I'm bleeding profusely, can drop the act.

I need to find meaning, in my suffering, my trial,

That elusive companion, I need for another mile.  

 

I value this field so much, I'll gladly embrace the cross,

Turn my pain into poems, about the misery I don't gloss.

I merged programming and psych, though it was a failed marriage,

Now poetry and psychology, maybe this will be a better bricolage? 

 

I'm tinkering with my life, but I'm also absolutely clear-eyed,

I'll be a winner in the end, though in the process I might've died.