Catch Twenty Two (sonnet)

Catch twenty two, that's the way it will be.
No win situation; deadlines I can't meet.
If I succeed, I fail miserably,
Nowhere solid for me to place my feet.
A temporary place that I call home,
But nothing to really count on to stay.
No one to rely on, I feel so alone,
Despite what all the professionals say.
A friend or two do give encouragement,
But they cannot change the course of my path.
A blessing or two that are heaven sent,
But no solutions that are holding fast.
Do I dare believe miracles exist?
Am I damned to always wond'ring like this?