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Letter to the Pandemic

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Dear COVID-19,

   I found myself within your storm. I held the hand of a man that became lost within the lightning and rain you created. He was a man of few words, with wrinkles that showed a road map of his years. He told me of his family that you stole from him and all the pain and suffering he was damned to within eternal hell. He shared stories of his wrong doings and explained to me just how he ended up within your grasp. His next question was, “What could eyes as tender as yours have done to deserve this damnation?” I exclaimed to him that for one moment I was happy and left vulnerable to the capabilities of life. For a brief second I tasted the sweet air and felt my lungs inflate against my blouse and within that moment you, the destroyer of beauty, ripped away my mere sanity. I let him in on all of your secrets, how you took the air out of the lungs of my family and replaced it with infection. You wiped the color from their skin and the smiles from their souls. Your infectious storm wiped out a nation. I told him how I entered the mayhem on free will to find answers as to why death chose to knock on the door of so many lives. 

   At that moment he dropped to his knees and I brushed my palm against his face. I ask him his name and that of his family so when the sun may shine I could find them. He wailed out in pain, “I am death. I am made to be feared by the world for this disease. I do not rob those of their air but am simply the deliverer of their souls. I am here to escort them to their final home. I am not evil. This infection was sent from the depths of hell to prey on the vulnerable on earth. I feel the pain of each tear passed and cradle the hearts of each passerby. I rescue those I can and return their breath but I cannot save them all. I am within this storm to search for the lost that are fighting for life. At this moment I took his hand yet again and stared death in the face. I proclaimed to him the love I would surely spread to the world in his name and that hell hath seen no fury compared to that of the overwhelming love after the storm has passed. You see the greatest revenge I can hope to place before you is to live. To simply live this life even after you’ve set fire to our existence. Although some of us will lose this fight on earth, our rewards after this world are untouchable by you. You see you can only harm our bodies not our faith.

Sincerely,

The Writer


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