Personal Bubble, a poem by Tanasha Martin

Personal Bubble, a poem by Tanasha Martin

Born of love, raised in the streets,

Commitment to school confirms:

Young woman, full, bright future.

Her mother struck down by germs.


Microbial moves that stalk

Her hands, surfaces and crowds;

Washing cannot cleanse the fear,

Hidden war within the shroud.


Its method, prey on the weak

Contaminate, its attack

Knowledge and strategy armed

Her only plan to fight back


Academic scholarship,

Graduate degree, honors.

Off to change, no save, the world.

“Weight of our lives upon her”.


Leader for all world missions,

The accolades of success.

Too many compromises,

All in the name of progress.


Initially, they seem small;

Numbers tweaked, results are faked.

Gradually grow, cure’s announced

Not yet ready, lives at stake


“Doctor Conrad, take a look

The prevalence took a turn”

The compromised, too far gone,

Containment our chief concern.


Suit of yellow, crown to toe.

Respiration behind screens.

Protection Level C show,

The pathogen sets the scene.


Meetings whisper ‘pandemic’.

Research findings, plays to move,

My knights manipulate truth.

We, the guilty to reprove.


The opponent all around:

Strains envisioned and exist;

Invade my suit, dreams and life.

No logic or reason resist.


In the clean room of the lab,

Sterilization aside;

Air feels thick, live, infected,

Leaves me frozen, petrified.

Outside the world, hazardous.

Ambush laid, streets overrun.

Microorganisms lurk,

Transmissions to overcome.


The masses have gone viral,

The pawns connect and embrace;

They all touch and kiss and share,

Violate personal space.


Immunosuppressants tread,

Welcoming every disease

That crawl on every surface,

Float unchecked on every sneeze.


Awake to futility?

That unassailable foe?

Failed antibiotics as

Deadly bacteria grow?


Sequestered, I can focus

Return to my vocation

But find myself surrounded

By a strange aberration


It pulls from deep within me

This fear that consumes my chest

Emerges, lifts and surrounds,

My own terror manifest.


A spherical encasement;

Iridescent, thin and clear.

Swirls blue and green, no escape,

Shielded from the atmosphere.


For a moment, burden lifts,

I marvel the formation:

My secure, private bubble,

I test the permutation.


All around me, mystified,

Desperately cursed in their fate.

Sounds around heighten and fade,

The adversary’s checkmate.


At the peak of the outbreak,

The ‘Master’, top of my field.

I’m paralyzed to save lives,

Leaving all of our fates sealed.


Existing inside my space,

Mourning, numb within the wall.

No purpose, no hope, endgame,

Watch the last around me fall.


Copyright © 2016 by Tanasha Martin

Image is licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0.

Tanasha Martin

Tanasha Martin

Writer at Self-Employed
Tanasha Martin has written poetry from a very young age and wrote her first short story, top pick for a creative writing competition in 1990. She first participated in NanoWriMo in November 2015, drafting her first Young Adult Science Fiction novel. Since then, she has been writing full-time.Poetry, flash fiction, short stories, children’s books and Sci-Fi and Fantasy novels are among her works in progress. This region features a writing community called the Writing Journey; Tanasha is the author of short stories and flash fiction works in the 2016 anthologies 12 and 13 of the Writing Journey.

Tanasha is a Member of Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators.
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