Freedom To Be.

She was what she was,
And there was anger
On her and on me too
In bondage to an action.

If I could see this,
Would I be free?
The anger was the object,
Keeping my freedom away.

The past had to be wiped out,
She would still remain she,
Hence to know
What nurtured the anger was
More important than
Doing away the past.

It had all come down
To estimates I had of me,
It was fear actually
That prevented the
Freedom to be.