You don’t walk out of a marriage unless you got faith. In yourself. In the soul mate who called you. I had faith oozing out of my pores. There was no question that this was the right thing to do. It was the most difficult decision I ever made telling my wife and children I was leaving. That can break a soul. But I had faith.
Turns out my soul mate was a vision of the spirit and a reminder of who I was and not a partner for life in the real world. Not even for a month. So I walked and went to live in limbo street. Meanwhile my wife never lost faith in me. Knew this was an aberration more than I did. So much faith, she had set me free.
love’s loss in the Spring
faith moving the wrong mountain
tattoos soul learning
submission to Mish’s Faith prompt at dVerse and an extra poem for NaPoWriMo.