Transitional Medicine & Letting Go
Poem - In My Heart Forever
 Journey of Hearts
A Healing Place in CyberSpaceTM
by Cynthia Taylor

The time has come for me to release you 
Free to fly high above this world. 
Where the flowers forever bloom & 
The ultimate love fills the space. 
In my attempt to try to keep you 
I've only been able to hold the anger 
Not realizing that I have to let you go 
I can't hold on. 

I'll no more keep your pain alive, 
I won't try to hold you down. 
I'll let you fly on to higher ground. 

My grief has left a numbness, 
as if this isn't real 
You are in my heart forever, 
but I know I have to let you free. 

Soar high. 
Laugh as a child that feels the joy of the moment. 
Play among the rivers flowing through the hills. 
Roam the fields of daisies. 
Fly to the top of the mountains. 

With closed eyes, I see you among the flowers, 
High above the clouds. 
Your presence blows through me with the breeze. 
Your smile beams down on through the sun. 
The full moon brings the light of your laughter to my mind. 

And the Butterfly in all its splendor reminds me  
of your beauty and freedom now. 
Leaving your love for me lingering in my world. 
About the Author 

Cynthia Taylor lost her oldest brother, Ronnie Johnson, in December  1997 in a car accident. He was killed instantly in a car accident. No pain. 
She'd had a chance to get to reconnect with this brother to help make her dream home come to life. Her Christmas present in 1996 was to have her brother finish their dream home. He was a carpenter and painter, and they had bought a very old home which needed great help. After working in the home for two years in our spare time, Cynthia realized that little was getting accomplished. In January 1997, her brother started tearing the house apart. During this year her brother was a part of their daily life, "I can't describe how precious that time was, even as it was going by. I saw it in his 
eyes also. We just really enjoyed our time together." 
This poem was written in February, as a way of dealing with the loss of her dear brother. She wrote in a message to this site "Before his death I seldom noticed butterflies and they held no significance for me. Ever since his death, with each butterfly I see I can smile and think of him in his new form. I have had a really hard time letting him go. The only thing that has helped has been the reminder of how much better off he is now. 


Last updated August 16, 1998
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