The bell rings

The fight begins
The doctors say eighteen months to live
The sickness hurts and keeps you from normal work
The realization of death is at hand
What is life?
Is there a plan?
Why me?
Why any man?
I don't know where I'm going, I don't know if where I've been is good enough for my end
I can drop my hands now, take a dive and give in
The fight is over, the pain ends, no more beatings or battles to win
The bell rings
The fight did not end
The cuts and bruises are a thought blowing in the wind
The focus is directed toward a glorious fight and win
The mind is not shattered, tattered, or broken within
Mind over matter?
Fight until the end?
There is no battle, only a means to an end
The bell Rings...