sometimes i stack
the bricks on my chest
and how the world laughs
and sees me with jest
sometimes i stack
the bricks in a row
and how they do guide me
and pull me in tow
sometimes i smash
the bricks at my feet
and how they resemble
my thoughts incomplete
sometimes i share
the bricks on my chest
and how the world rafts
and becomes my life vest
Love this
Love the visual of how we perceive our life, it’s challenges, etc., and how we deal with them at different times.
I have often used the metaphor of bricks on my chest to describe my grief.