When a Brick Becomes a Feather, When a Fire Becomes Snow

In that moment
That the sickness finally struck
I knew what it felt like
To be a brick and a feather
A blazing inferno and a chilling snowstorm

It was as though I was a bird
Caught in the midst of a blizzard
Tossed about from side to side
Fragile, weak
The cold piercing deep inside
Straight to my heart and soul
There was no escaping it
The prison of white surrounding me
I was held captive until the end
Where I was but a pile of feathers
Unable to move
Lost in the fields of snow

I felt as though I was the brick walls
Of a burning building
Blazing from the heat within
Stuck fast where I stood
Unable to get away
Heavy, unmovable
Around me everything is a blur
The fire consuming me
Putting me in a delirium
Eventually I fell hard
Unable to pick myself up
Because I was but a pile of brick
Lost in the rumble of destruction

Amongst all the burning heat and the freezing coldness
The weakness and inability to help myself
It was almost easy to forget who I was