My Body Explained in Metaphor

My Body Explained in Metaphor My Life is an ever-changing hill. I stagger up foot over foot And hand over hand If I’m lucky occasionally I trot down My eyes are two cameras They focus on what I need. Sporadically, they find things to scare My eyes don’t filter, don’t care. My legs are two stilts Most of the time I balance well Navigate the road, and pitfalls I’ve very rarely fell. My ears are radars They scan all around Searching for interesting rumours Alerting to dangerous sounds My hands are tendrils of contact. They hold loved ones near And push away all my enemies. Always arm’s length from fear. My heart is a fuel pump. Feeding my engine of life It bleeds quite easily. I share it only with my wife. My body is a metaphor Perhaps yours different to mine? My brain is the enemy Never speaks when all is fine. David Cox 02/01/24