My Other........

 

I live mostly inside my mind

where I am fully consumed

Solitude draws out my creative spirit

as I sit uninterrupted and alone

 

I am the kernel of my being

cut adrift in a sea of discovery

I cannot be an island fortress

as I lack the strength and will

 

My other is always close at hand

as a rampart and shoulder of solace

Without his presence I would fall

into an abyss of self morbidity

 

He tolerates my moodiness

endorses my skills and talents

Sometimes I hear his reproving voice

yet he remains steadfastly beside me

 

My other is my mirror into which I see

he looks back at me intently

Seldom obtuse, the image of stability

he lifts me up to be a better me