Here We Go Again

I am upset...I am angry...I am afraid.
Soon, I will be unemployed again.
I am so sick of this, so sick of worrying,
So sick of feeling useless,
So tired of having the door continuously slammed in my face;
Painfully heartbroken to lose the friends that I have made;
I am so fed up with the current system that allows things like this to happen;
I am filled with disillusionment;
Battered by dreams that are just out of reach;
Of opportunities that are right within my grasp;
Then, they are taken away from me;
I don't want everything...I just want something;
I don't strive for riches, just a living wage;
My body hurts and my vision is blurred;
My youth is fading as fast as my hopes for the future;
Yet, I soldier on, if only by the grace of God;
Last night, I lashed out at Him;
And I told Him that I hated Him for doing this to me again;
But this morning, I am sorry;
Being an imperfect mortal doesn't allow me to understand God;
Or to know the reason for His motives;
I have asked Him for his help again;
Not just to help me find another job:
But to help me to work as hard as I can until my current job is over;
And to encourage my co-workers;
Who are just as affected by this situation as I am;
My broken heart is held precariously together;
By the super glue that is called faith;
I just hope that with all the losses that I have endured;
That the glue of faith is strong enough;
To hold me together for awhile longer