The Other

She waits within abiding stealth Fashioning control over herself But she is so acute to cryptic failings Flinging against my invisible railings Not to be subdued or silenced still She rages with uncompromising will Confined by these weak temporal walls Undone she seeks the lower calls Those of apathy, intemperance, and pride Desperate ambition to fling open wide Floodgates swell and emotional storms rise It is her time, no more compromise She is the Other, and I relinquish to her strength There is nothing left of me.