Frances, a beautiful name,

a name of freedom

   freedom to be

              to know

              to love

   freedom to understand

              to grow

              to blossom

   freedom to grieve

              to mourn

              to sorrow

   freedom to wake up

              to burst forth

              to JUST BE

Come Frances, come

   come to freedom

   let go of the anger

              the memories

              the pain

Phantoms that haunt

   Lifeless ashes and dust in the eyes

      Illusions to disillusion

   Not to be trusted

      nor be held

Release them like dead leaves in the wind and LIVE!

 Copyright © 1999 Fran Woods

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