Finally my life dream has come true

23/09/2020
Finally my dream has come true....

Finally my life plans are coming together,
Some how i/we've come to a new beginning, 
Finally being recognised for my freedom writing.
Finally my life dream has come true.
It’s strange though,
As just as this happens,
Im awaiting,
Possibly, 
Fatal news,
As well as,
Fatal days for us all in waiting.
It’s been 11 days now and still nothing.
I hate this time in which,
Over my life,
Drs are debating.
Even when Drs are treating others that are dying,
 others far more serious than me.
Am i selfish,
As all im worried about right now,
Is my own possible decimation,
So this book may just be my last stamp on my reason for creation.
My calling for this time.
To not be scared of the eternal light I see before me,
But rejoicing in the fact ,
I’ll be with my Dad,
My Nan,
My 1st p.a ‘Tracey,
Not forgetting all my passed on friends,
But mostly family.
People will Finally listen to the words that i seem to be constantly saying.
My brain is fried from the meds they have me on,
So sorry for the change in flow.
Im not scared of death,
That I’ve always known.
As we all always,
In the end go.
At least now,
 I know for my sons,
I’ve left a part of my life,
That at least my youngest 2,
Had hardly known.
But on Kobe my eldest,
The weight of the world is on his shoulders,
And he’s only 13,
How he stays so strong,
Only he knows.
Secretly like me,
He prefers to write down raps and prose.
He’s a dead spit of me,
Especially the more he ‘grows'.
I’d prefer them to think my cancer is like that of a cold.
So don’t
Be scared and throughout our life,
Stand tall and be bold.
Daddy can get through anything,
As I turn around,
So they don’t see the human raindrops,
Starting to cascade down my face,
From our eye duct hole...
Daddies got a hair in his eye,
As I pull them both in for a soothing,
But tight embrace.
Don’t want them to see their dad falling from grace.
I’m being real with you know,
Just from these thoughts swirling,
 in this screwed and scrambled,
Mind of mine.
Forever I’ll turn and offer my other cheek to my cancer,
But I’ve only 4 of them,
I’ve had a slap on each of my face cheeks,
But I’ve still 2 more rounds in me at least
So i offer both my buttcheeks.
2 more lives for my health to slap, 
2 more lifelines I’ve got,
To fight my death stroke back.
I have to.
I’ve so much more to write! 
I’ve so much more to tell you about,
From this turbulent life of mine.
But for the moment,
Shed those tears,
As I’ll still be here,
Coming out with my next book.
At least give me 3 years.
Not the grim reaper but anyone that follows me or reads my poetry,
As I’ll be here till in 85,
Or maybe 83?
See,
Really,
We kind of control,
Our own destiny.
For me I thought it was final,
But my life story isn’t even half complete!