Three Months to Live—II
Is there a hope?

The petrichor gusts filled the yard with dust
It was my 'second month', It was for sure; August
I slept on the first night and witnessed a strange cure
I was swaying through the dandelions, the fields were pure
My hair looked flowing and long when in real I was Bald
"Emilie! Find your lost smile", someone from behind; called
I looked back but I couldn't find— no one
Wind carried a strange smell as if something was undone
At the turn of the plant, I saw my old dream
My paintings standing on the canvas~ I could hear their scream
As If they wanted me to paint again
As If I needed to refresh the color of my pain
I took the brush and wrote my true answer
I twisted my brush, my stokes drew 'Cancer'
But at once, that word began to change
Was it a MAGIC?— It was extremely strange
In the blink of an eye, "Warrior" was written on canvas
As if it said, "You're losing 'YOU' in madness"
I, again held the brush but this time without the sigh!
As soon as I touched it, I opened up my eye
I looked in the mirror and saw myself in shine
The smell of those white plants, I swear it was a 'SIGN'
I got out of my bed— acknowledged the hope with all my soul
My remaining days were now my new GOAL
Hanged out, No doubt— I continued to re-live my laugh
Day by day, I could see, My 2nd month was already half
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Author's note;
"I can't believe that it's not coming to an end!" Is that your reaction? :D
Because it's not! I couldn't complete it in the 2nd part... Part III is coming soon... hahaha.
Don't forget to stay tuned, don't run away because it's long!
If you Haven't read the 1st part of "Three Months to Live",
Here it is:
About the Creator
Maryam Batool
Life already feels like 28!
I write what I believe in
Life's HARD, trust me! I'm already a little tired. But, I gotta live anyway!
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