Cover Letter

They tell you to walk in straight lines,  

to fold yourself neatly into paragraphs,  

to carve your ambition into bullet points,  

and leave all the messy edges behind.  

But I know. I know the urge  

to gild every corner with golden sentences,  

to let adjectives swell into chandeliers,  

hoping they might throw light on your worth.  

It’s hard to shrink a lifetime,  

to pare it down to essentials,  

like whittling a tree into kindling,  

like framing the sky with a window.  

But here’s what they don’t tell you:  

The truth is strongest when it stands still.  

Your words should own their weight,  

anchor instead of drift like clouds.  

Speak less, mean more.  

Let verbs build bridges, not barricades.  

We are all just someone trying  

to be understood without overexplanation.