The masked warriors

A tribute to all the healthcare heroes worldwide.

On a treacherous path treads a masked warrior…a profound call to mission blazing deep within.

A virulent blob of doom has engulfed the globe. The masked warrior arrives dressed in scrubs and protective gear.

Unstoppable, undaunted, and undeterred, charting a course where none exists. It’s a pandemic war that must be won.

Weary from the never-ending fatalities, the suffering, the pain, yet driven by a worthy cause, the masked warrior forges on unwavering.

It’s a lonely path, fraught with perils, possible defeat and maybe even death. The masked warrior calmly heads on, one patient to the next.

The sheer numbers is shocking, the task herculean, tired to the bone, still doing their absolute best, they carry on with a prayer…

Just when it seemed there was a glimmer of hope, in came the mutant variant adding fuel to the inferno.

Regardless of how long-lasting this fight, with every aching milestone, the masked warrior forges on unwavering.

It’s difficult to save every soul, they’ve tried in vain, death is looming large, at every corner in sight. The masked warrior feels alone, overshadowed by the contagion.

Every day is a fight to defend and to save. Sometimes they win, sometimes they fail.

When the mask comes off, a quick glance in the mirror, reveals a bruised face that feels unfamiliar.

They miss their children, family, and friends no matter how overwhelming, the masked warrior forges on unwavering.

The light turns red, a critical patient is taking their last breath, the masked warrior rushes to the bedside of the dying soul … I cannot save this life, but I’m here with them so they don’t die alone…

Selflessly caring for someone’s mother, father, brother, sister and child, the masked warrior valiantly moves on from one bed to the next, from one day to the next.

There is no light at the end of the tunnel, just yet…undeterred, the masked warrior forges on unwavering.