My bones can be bricks.

Brain full of feathers; mental clarity brings peace.

Attempts to channel this feeling into my body, but we are weak

Because feathers can’t take the weight of bricks

And some days my bones can be bricks.

No,

Feathers cannot pick up bricks but bricks can crush feathers.

When I cannot move the way I desire, I become my biggest hater.

It makes me angry.