Wiped out

Wiped out but carrying on, 
taken from under me,
nothing will stop me till my last flame has blown....
i'll be here fighting,
for my kids,
For my family and my friends,
i'll be here fighting,
right to the very end.
each moment that passes,
a moment cherished,
a moment less forgotten,
to hold on to unless particular ones are rotten,
then throw them away and try not to keep them.
Perishished,
putrescent and putrid,
dont let them resurface again....
prime, 
perfect and pure are the memories i want,
that i know for sure.....
the power of my limitless love
that i hold for my offspring,
for my children i do adore.
they keep me sane,
they keep me going,
they are my flame,
thats never dwindling.
love and care,
Feelings and raw emotions,
is all we need for our fires rekindling.....
dont let the vision of me being wiped off my feet beguile you.
don't ever let your powers of observation,
decieve,
delude or dupe you.
for under the surface im still fighting strong,
defiant and unyielding,
no matter how much power the forces against me wield.....
so remember im not wiped out till i say i am,
and till that day comes,
Every illness thrown at me is stumbling,
Is in shambles,
And is one hell of an awful sham.
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