Walking into a room, where strangers are abound
Your ears sensitive to each little sound,
Heart beating in an irregular way,
losing the ability for anything to say.
Talking in a room, where your fears are bound,
Your eyes sensitive to bright light all around,
Palms sweating in an uncontrollable way,
Wishing you could end this without delay.
Running for a room, where control is found,
in your brain, there is fog all around,
Your stomach sensitive and without delay,
You find somewhere safe in which to stay.
Heart rate slows, a deep breath in, this day will end and you’ll begin.
Writer Ravenclaw 
So well written Diana
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You took me through the sensory experience of anxiety, Diana. And you added rhyme to the constraint, well done.
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The repetition of rooms is very effective for illustrating anxiety. Nice!
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It ramps up with each room, until calming at the end. Phew.
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Very nice and I liked how you took us to the different rooms.
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That’s an accurate description of anxiety, Diana. It’s so peaceful when it’s all over.
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