Eff the Stress

A poem

The air rushes from my lungs, Suddenly I’m unable to breathe Panic and distress.

I answer the phone Pleasantries ensue Panic and distress

You dominate the conversation I agree weakly to your requests Panic and distress

Every email, phone calls, meetings the same Don’t know the cause, but the effects are Panic and distress

I am left unsure of where I stand Who? What? Where? When? Why? A bit less panic, way more distress

You help set the goal lines That you then move Distress and now anger

You wield your power in harmful ways And make faux appearances of concern Less distress and more anger

You pit your team against each other Just to get your desired result Hella anger, eff the stress

I’m making plans to leave this place Because no job is worth this steep level of anger and distress

I’m cultivating the environment I want before I go I show respect and consideration for others Still some stress, but more so determination

Wrenches are still thrown in my path But no one cannot stand in my way All determination

I cannot wait to be valued for the work I do. And compensated for my contributions And really de-stress

Authors Notes: Eff. the. stress. I don’t need any of it. Moving forward with determination.