Freedom

Maybe there's some glorious future
With young people making plans
Sunbaked open highways, just beyond
Phone bills or new rental payments

Pavements made just for adventuring
Not flooded over or fenced off
Where there are no visits to doctors

The sun is shining or maybe cloudy

Remembering screaming matches
A casual comment recalling tears
Can creep up on any innocence

Disquiet, hesitation and blank stares
Feeling separate all over again
Shames as natural as flowing hair

The freedom of then reclusing away
Hiding out where one can breathe
Others might consider this avoidance
But anyway they don't really care
Where were they during those first traumas?