Detrementally Determined

I yearn for the days of my youth from only one aspect.

All the rest of the days of my youth can stay right where they are.

I still to this day bury pieces of it ceremonially.

All of the childish @!$%# piece by piece thrown in with a happy hand.

I feel more of the woman press into the free space now free.

All who claim knowledge of this child hold me there, its' relentless.

I, who never was, speak now.

All I ever wanted was to change the goal.

I know now the goal often confused me.

Altering a life is said to happen only by small degree.

I just want to be free.

So which part of me from a now shapeless memory grieves?

I yearn for the days of my youth when truth was everything.

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