Feet sinking into the sand
Knees trembling
Eyes darting
Cautious enough to know
That what I carry seems
Harmless
But it pulls me under
Below the tide
They point towards me
Disappointment staring me down
As I hold my breath
Trying not to stumble
Under the weight
of a pound of feathers
Compared
Unfairly
to those praised for carrying
A pound of bricks