Winter Summit

In and out with my sustaining breath,
  whilst half in love with a peaceful death.
My brain teems with thoughts; 'til I reach a brink,
  where I long for passing, or to a nothingness, sink.
Yet in the throws of frigid wintry chill,
  I continue with stride, governed by will.
At each shadowy passing where I think life to be bleak,
  I'm at the foot of the summit, of the highest peak. 

Reviews

[Emily B]

i don't usually go for rhyme, but you pull it off so nicely and it does add something to the overall effect. Will be reading more of you :)