POEM STARTER
‘Until finally, the chill stopped.’
Write a poem that closes with this line.
At the doctor
She tested me
And said I had
Anxiety
She told me
I would need
Something called
Therapy
So now
lucky me
Is looking for
A place to be
A place that’ll give me therapy
For my anxiety
I think this is a wonderful little work of art, I like the way it seems to flow and at the same time take pauses, you’ve somehow made it just the right amount of cut off to sound really good in your head, lovely job
At the doctor
She looked at me
And asked if I had
Anxiety
I told her no
So I wouldn’t need
Something called
Therapy
So now
lucky me
Is hiding from
A place to be
A place that’ll give me therapy
For my anxiety
