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
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Maryam Batool
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Comments (11)
I am sitting here at 23:08pm thinking… she told us that this wasn’t autobiographical, yet part lll is feeling too real. You rhymed to your hearts content, the word fairy favoured you. There were many parts where I said ‘how the hell did she find a rhyming line to fit here’ oh I know I would’ve struggled. I love how you told this story, I feel way too connected with it. It pulled at my heartstrings and when that screech came, my heart stopped so I am typing this from heaven.
I thought she would survive somehow, but instead you made her die, you bad girl! "Those 3 months were great! Better than my 17 years" It's sad but I guess it's true, sometimes we take our days for granted instead of fighting and enjoying life!
Wao!! It was good read to me !!
This was an amazing flow!! Loved your writing style😍
What a ride! Emilie totally owned her last months, turning them into a celebration of life. Even at the end, she stayed true to her word—cancer didn’t win. That truck twist? Wild! But hey, she left with no regrets (well, almost). Loved the series💖—Keep writing! Your storytelling keeps us hooked, and Emilie’s story is unforgettable.👏🤗✨
Yayyyyyy, finally she died! Hehehehehehe. Been waiting for this! I would have loved for her to die in part 1 itself. But you making this a 3 parts series only added suspense for me and I loved it hehehehe.
Oh! Wow, this is truly wonderful. You must have put a lot of energy and effort into writing this, and your hard work has paid off. Dear sister, the way you maintained the rhyming and the essence of the poem is amazing. The way you concluded it and described Emily's final days with such depth and emotion is remarkable. All three parts are fantastic. You can continue writing poems in such a series; it’s an excellent idea. Great job dear ✨😊👏
Wonderful job. My thoughts, I don't think it was too long because it flowed nicely. I think breaking poetry and stories like this entices the reader to come back and sets up the next part.
BEAUTIFUL
I feel so sad for Emilie, but at least the poor girl made the most of her last moments, which is a valuable life lesson. After all, we never know when it is over, so we ought to carpe diem as they say, and embrace the time we have left filled with good deeds and happiness.✨💕
WOW..what do I say Outstanding performance girl Well written!!