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.