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
j light MUSE 
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Love the visual of how we perceive our life, it’s challenges, etc., and how we deal with them at different times.
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I have often used the metaphor of bricks on my chest to describe my grief.
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