Weak and Weary

These last two weeks have all
but wiped me out.
By far the hardest
I've worked all semester.
I have never looked forward
to a break as much as I
look towards this one.
It's so close.
I am weak.
I am weary.
Sweet escape, winter break by thy name.
What keeps me going?
You. Thank You.
for Truth
I am weak.
I am weary.
This road has never been emptier.
The dust all but chokes me.
But sweet, sweet release, the water that flows,
flows abundantly.
It cures. What?
Everything.
Sweet.
Sweet.
Release.