Three Months to Live
Marking the end!
"Hello! It's Doctor David, The reports have been delivered"
Opened the envelope; My Mom's hands shivered
"What is it? Let me see... These are my reports, right?"
The paper fell, she dwelled and hugged me very tight
'Cancer diagnosed- Miss Emilie'; I saw on lying paper
My eyes bulged, I felt devastated and my tears cracked free
My final destination; "My death", in front I could see
"My baby! It's nothing... leave it!", my mom kept crying
I could tell from her eyes that she was constantly lying
"Leave me, I'm ok!", I concluded another facet
My trembling gait picked up the paper; that was the only asset
Three months was all I had~ that's what that paper said
I started spending all my days in bed
Fate was playing a game with me, or was it true what I could see?
All my dreams and all my themes were vanishing in those 'months of 3'
My hangouts and the parties; null, my friends called but I would cut
"Emilie, I'm your brother! Let me in...", my door was shut
Gradually, I felt numb and frail, I didn't even want to wail
Inside I continued to pray, "No grave! Please, You can send me to jail"
A month passed and I realized, my life depended on the 'rest two'
In my mirror I could see, my withered face; which wasn't new
That month medicines were my friends, I could feel my ending sense
The fear of 'DEATH' was so intense, marking crosses on dates was dense
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Author's note:
There is a part II to 'Three Months to Live', I promise it will come soon; this time.
Fun fact: I was cleaning my vanity and I saw a lip gloss named 'Emilie', and then suddenly outside my mom was screaming 'Cancel, Cancel', I got the idea of what would Emilie do if she faced cancer. Don't mind me, I can be nosy sometimes.
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Part II of "Three Months to Live":
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Maryam Batool
I'm 17
I'm a storyteller who loves poems, fiction, and romance. Creativity is my constant companion. I take joy in turning thoughts into worlds. Writing is my way of exploring life and connecting with others
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Maryam you scared me so much with this one. I was glued to the title and the sub title I didn’t want to read any further, I thought no I can’t lose Maryam. Then as I was reading I am thinking, oh the diagnosis and the cancer is shifting bodies. Whose body is it in? The daughter or the mother, oh my gosh both. The grief turned into the cancer in the daughter. My gosh why are you so incredibly talented? The depth of your imagination and creativity is breathtaking.
Your words convey a deep sense of grief, fear, and the overwhelming weight of mortality. It's a testament to the strength of the human heart and the power of hope. Thank you for sharing your story with such honesty and vulnerability.
Girl can you believe me? Your poem takes me on an emotional rollercoaster, all sparked by a random moment involving a lip gloss and a shout of "Cancel!" It’s heavy, sure, but it’s also deeply relatable, capturing Emilie’s fear and courage in the face of life’s curveballs. And your knack for turning an everyday moment into such a gripping story is brilliant.✨😉 Can’t wait to see what Part II brings—bet it’ll hit just as hard (or soft, depending on the twist)!💀💖
Ohh! No, this is such a tragic story. 😢 Truly, your imagination carries genuine emotions within it. I can feel the sorrow, love, loss, and sadness in it. 😒 As soon as I read the first line, I read the A/N, which gave me some relief. 😊 You always create something different every time. Wonderful! 🎉 Looking forward to the next part. Dear sister. 🥰
Okay this is so deep! I was stunned for a moment! I felt like somebody was telling me about what he went through... Amazingly written ⭐
I welled up on every line so strong for anyone to face story or true
Hahahahahahahhaha, I love how you got your inspiration for this! Also, Emilie should cheer up and embrace death. The world isn't a nice place to be alive right now. Loved your poem. Looking forward to the next part
OMG this is so sad 😑