Huh. Empty.
That’s an interesting word.
If anything, I feel,
Anything but empty.
It’s weird.
I’m isolated right now,
For the most part,
As are many of us.
But empty?
Not so much.
It’s more like…
Filled with emotion.
Fear.
Courage.
Strength of personal bonds.
Support from loved ones.
Terror of the unknown.
Thoughts of unease.
Thoughts of love.
My heart is abuzz.
My brain is on fire.
But empty,
As you’d rightfully assume,
That I’d feel,
I don’t.
Maybe it’s because,
There are so many helpers out there.
Here’s to the helpers.
Here’s to the heroes.
Sacrificing their lives,
In order to save ours.
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