There is something tightening my chest.
There is something overflowing…stress. 

This new job can weigh a lot 
and make my confidence rot,
as I’m taking my shots 
in the shadows of expectations.

The new information onslaught
feels like smoking pot
for the first time
as I’m boggled with no directions.

I’ll find my stride
and I’ll find my pride somewhere floating,
as I keep stroking
through this sea of “what am I doing?”