One more poem inspired by a deadly virus

Fear is two heavy palms
pressing wrathfully
on your ribcage. A flame
traveling underneath your skin,
settling into numbness once
it reaches the fingertips.
Fear is your quiet body,
your loud thoughts,
an unborn breath kidnapped
away from your lung,
a poem desperately trying
to lull your wide awake mind.

Fear is your life,
your small dreams in a cage-like
town, your heart determined
to keep clutching at dead memories
like a stubborn child. Fear is
a vicious cell growing itself silently
in your throat.

And once the sun floats
again across the sky,
and he gives you the comfort
of the world wrapped up
in a "good morning",
fear is gone, fear is broken;
a defeated enemy.