There is a heaviness in my eyelids that never goes away.
It lingers in late nights studying, and long hours
Staring blankly at textbook covers,
And moonlight walks
From class to
I share with three
Other girls. The days stretch on
Endlessly, from early mornings where I clutch
Onto my pillows until my knuckles turn essay paper white,
To lullaby classes whose boredom burns the
Already sluggish eyes in my
Skull, to afternoons
As I struggle
To get my work done
Before the sun starts to rise.
One day I will look back and smile with
My eventual degree in hand, and say suffering was worth it.
Today is not that day.