me vs. myself

There's a monster in me whose name is flesh.
He hates to give, and just wants to get
The battle is real, the struggle is deadly.
It's me verses myself, and the outcome is crucial.
This battle is mine alone, none can fight it for me.
It's me verses myself, and I'm starting to feel weary.
Onward, forward, I tell myself to go.
Fighting, clawing, hoping to gain the upper hand.
Sinking, drowning, the waves filling my lungs.
Struggling, weeping, barely breathing.
How much longer can this go on?
Hurting, aching, wanting to give in.
Barely hoping, turmoil thundering, I feel it in my soul.
A breath of fresh air, a whisper of peace,
the promise of not having to fight on my own.
Hanging on, looking up, hope is again in sight.
For the dawning of the day is breaking,
after this cold, relentless night.

Snowy finals

     One more week of finals, ladies and gentlemen. One more week. It's all I can do to keep myself mentally present. My mind is so ready for break, so anything study related is a bit of a struggle. I will prevail! Every time finals comes around, I always feel like I'm doing to die, and every year I make it through. Sure there are bumps a long the way, but that's no need to feel like dying.

    To top those feelings off, it snowed this evening and the world looks absolutely exquisite. It is truly one of the most beautiful things to see. I feel like I could spend hours gazing at a blanket of new fallen snow because it's so lovely! Just give me a cup of hot cocoa and a blanket and I will happily sit in a chair and watch the snow. 

Oh yes. I would look at the scene all day long. 

But first, finals. 

Good luck everyone!