Balance

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Which weighs more, 
A hundred pounds of brick, 
Or of feathers? 
Months of daily struggle, 
or a few weeks of contentment, 
stolen? 
Which tastes sweeter, 
water that was never gone, 
or the memory of thirst quenched? 
Balance
is not always symmetry. 
Feathers take so much space 
to weigh anything at all, 
While just one brick can 
tip the scales. 
Something little, and hard, 
will never be something big and soft, 
even when the scales are in perfect 
balance. 

Micah, my basic critique would be you don’t need those one word lines.  Otherwise I thought it a great read.  The lines about water really got me as well as the phrase that started the poem.