The Key Is In Your Hand

September 19, 2003
The Key is in Your Hand
by Dedra McCullough


My love said to me:
“Take these chains from my heart and set me free.”

My love, the key is in your hand as I turn to walk away.
You stare after me as if I should say something.
There is nothing I can say. There’s not a word I can utter.

We've been through many things you and I and through it all I've loved you unconditionally and now, if I must, I will let you go the same.
I won't ask you why and I won't let you see me cry.

The love we have was much more than I'd expected
so I cannot be unjust as I give you the way out.

You must decide and you must make it right for you.
You have your heart to protect and you have your life.
I will only tell you that you are one of a kind
and I will forever be grateful that I've had you in my life.

I will take my memories of us and
I will place them safely in a place to be treasured.
I will write of the times we've shared
until there comes a future that I can no longer remember them.
I will share them with my grandchildren
so they in turn will share them with theirs.

You are my sun and my moon and my heartstrings
and yes, I will miss all of those things.........
but if you must go, they no longer belong to me.
They are once again yours to reconnect with and move forward.
They are once again of your heart/soul/and spirit
and no longer a connection with my entity.

You take with you many memories of the times we've shared.
You take my giggles and my dreams.
You leave with me the fire and the lust
and most of all the love that will linger forever in my soul.
You, have been my rock and my pillow
and you have been my best friend.
With that, I can only rejoice at the time we've shared.
With that I can only know that My God was very generous
with me when he sent you to me to be my healer.

You my love are my special friend, confidant and angel...............
so off with you to the woods to find beauty in your future
as you've never experienced before
for you are the wind and the sand,
and the trees blowing softly through the night
only to come alight in the morrow with the dew and the rainbow
The Land of the Brave and the Free
by Cal