Balance

[Bunx]

Edit: if someone could enlighten me on how to post something only once, or how to delete a thread, i would be very grateful. apologies for the multiples. 

Small amount of context: this poem started from the line "balance is not always symmetry " which was rattling around in my head after a support group session. I'm not sure if my point has truly gotten across and its been a relatively quick write but I'm curious to see what people who don't know my intention get out of it. 

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. 

Which weighs more, 
A hundred pounds of brick, 
Or of feathers? 

Months of daily struggle, 
or a few weeks of contentment, stolen?     I am getting mental health analogies (I can definite relate to this in that light). The line between hardship so present it makes the stability of the past seem small.

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.      I feel like there are a few different ways you could make this analogy to give it some life. I feel like when I think bricks I think of work and labor. The struggle and weight of survival

Something little, and hard, 
will never be something big and soft, 
even when the scales are in perfect 
balance.

This how I read this poem the second time, a suggestion that is super opinionated. Though I feel like it breaks up the points and ideas your making to draw you in to each detail. I enjoyed the level of simplicity, though the connotations of the content are almost endless. Awesome poem thanks for the post!