Reality

Reality stepped up,
slapping me in the face,
when I realized, I'd gone
into a different place.

Given a prognosis,
of months to live,
begs the question,
what else can I give?

Been told
3 to 4 months left.
When I think of that,
maybe someone is bereft,

not because of fear,
because I feel so good.
What will happen,
perhaps I will be understood.