My Body

My body, the slave
forced to go where I say
with scarcely a whisper;
forced to do what I want
with an occasional grunt
No say in its meals
Worked to exhaustion,
long hours, no rest

My body, my friend
together since birth
inseparable companions
Forever sharing dreams,
plans, joys, and sorrows
Taken for granted,
with needs forgotten

My body, my home
Windows look out at the world
but reveal little of what is inside
Shutters that close when fatigue sets in
to help me unwind
Circuits sometimes overloaded
Doors that can shut one out,
our open wide