Sometimes the struggles seem never ending.

They crash against me one after the other after the other.

Causing damage all around me.

Until I am afraid that I might break as well.

Snapped in half from the weight of it all.

Doomed from the start.

***

As cruel as time is towards me though, it is also just as forgiving.

I awake as a new person every morning.

Reset and refreshed like pure white snow.

Blanketing everything I was yesterday.

Cooler and as kind as a bright Christmas morning.

The snow may melt eventually but for now it stays.

***

So in truth, the struggles are never never ending.

Just a season no matter how rough or dark it might be.

I will batten down the windows when it is time and not despair.

It is the passing of seasons that is never ending.

For after after the storms, snow falls.

And flowers climb from the snow.