Three Months to Live—III

Unlike before, I jumped out of my bed

All those Novels that I fancied, in a single day; I read

I sang and danced; I could feel my beat

I cherished every single moment; bitter and sweet

"Hair" wasn't a big deal, I wore a silky wig

I started to paint my canvases—small and big

I glanced at life—dimensions I'd never seen before

"Cancer can't take my life", was what I would daily roar!

Wide awake every night counted all the endless stars

Shared my everything—all of my chocolate bars

Summed up that little fight with my friend that was due

But my mind would whisper to me, "You're next in that dead queue"

As much as I wanted IT to leave my thoughts

My sentences were hollow, they had a lot of dots '...'

One thing was for sure, "Cancer can't take my life"

Still, I didn't forget, "I, now, have a month alive"

I spent most of my time, getting my parents gifts

We'd go, every Sunday at a picnic near those cliffs

I made sure, I journaled every moment of merry

I filled all the pages of my diary that I carried

One day after the other, I wished I could stay much longer

I was draining on inside—outside I looked stronger

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[Day 57]

Now, it was the day when only "two days were left"

I didn't know if I'd go to RIGHT where nothing's LEFT

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I started my day, like normal—grabbing a cup of tea

On my way back, I felt dizzy —clear; I couldn't see

Blurred vision; I saw coming forward my dream truck

I forgot I was on road; my eyes were starstruck

[.......SKREEECH......!!!!!!]

"Call 911! This girl is unconscious. Call her parents"

"I'm writing this from HEAVEN"; I had two days left

That death scene of mine— It almost felt like theft

But listen, all my readers; I died but I won my word!

"Cancer couldn't take my life", my fate sent its bird

Those 3 months were great! Better than my 17 years

I got to fight, and I bit all of my fears

There's a little regret, In my heart—I've kept

I wanted to live 3 more days! My two days were left :(

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Author's note:

Finally, Emilie reached the place where we all will go one day!

Tell me what you think about 3 parts of my poem... Was it too long? Or should I continue writing a series?

The Part I of "Three Months to Live":

The Part II of "Three Months to Live":

_The End