The Other Half of My Soul

I hope everyone is enjoying National Poetry Month. I am doing The National Poetry Month Challenge. I am having a lot of fun with it. I have not written this much in a long time. I have read many wonderful poems and look forward to reading even more. I feel as if my soul is singing.

This is a poem I wrote for my husband. After being together for 25 years, I still see him this way. Our love has only gotten stronger over the years.

 

My husband Mark Clapp

The Other Half of My Soul

 

When I first saw you, I thought I was looking at an angel.

Your deep blue eyes, your long blond hair, and glowing soul,

Took me on a journey so deep.

I knew you were the other half of my soul.

You would make my life complete.

 

They say love at first sight does not happen.

But the soul knows what will make the heart glow.

You were the one for me; I knew it from the start.

 

Two souls that intertwined and became one.

Our life together has not always been fun.

We have walked hand in hand through this lifetime,

Together in all types of weather.

 

After twenty-five, we are still together.

It must have been fate that brought us together.

Content and photos  by Brenda Marie Fluharty ©2021 all rights reserved

5 thoughts on “The Other Half of My Soul

      1. Amazing. These stories are always amazing to hear. Mine, got caught up in drugs so our story was a lot more heart wrenching. He never really recovered and 23+ years later, he’s still falling apart. We’d tried to come back together this year as he was “getting sober” but in the grand scheme of things, he wasn’t truly capable of handling life without self medicating. So…. What was once a beautiful, unique and powerful union… lay in the path of destruction for his afflictions are his greatest priority. Ultimately because I wasn’t willing to enable the behaviors or the addictions he took it upon himself to “punish” for it. Leading to assault.

      2. I am so sorry to hear that. Mine had gone through such a painful life before he met me. He broke free from it, so he claims, because he finally found someone who cared enough to make him stop.

      3. It wasn’t that. He stopped because he wanted to. I cared so much about mine. More than anyone. I gave him my all and every. Dedicated beyond all reason. I supported him, cultivated him empowered him and encouraged him. I’m extremely affectionate. Etc. it never matter how much I loved him, cared about him, supported him and encouraged him. He chose. He still chooses. Addiction is a choice not an influence

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