Poem: The Other Half of My Soul

They say the soul is whole, complete,
But mine was born with aching feet—
Wandering roads I couldn’t name,
Chasing shadows, chasing flame.

Then came you, not loud, not grand,
No lightning bolt, no fated brand—
Just a glance, a spark, a subtle sign,
And something lost said, “You are mine.”

Not to own or cage or hold,
But to fit, like warmth in winter’s cold.
Not to fix what broke apart—
But to echo the rhythm of my heart.

You are not mirror, not my twin,
But the place where all my truths begin.
You speak in silence, calm and clear,
The voice I need, the one I hear.

With you, I am both soft and strong,
More myself where I belong.
Not less alone, but more alive—
The part of me that helps me thrive.

And if we part or lose our way,
Know this will never drift or stray:
You are the thread, the constant goal—
The other half of my restless soul.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie