Good Job. Your poem is profound and also maudlin. I don't share your unique perspective as I fear it would swallow up my joy.
"..getting nowhere, after miles...weary from heatache...torment most profound"
Your attention to turn of phrase is impressive my friend, and the ache of living acquires a weight unknown before as I read your poignant lines. "releasing the need to remember, what the child chose to forget" are two lines that will linger in my mind for hours as I turn them over and savor what they have to offer.
I know not if your own efforts are driven as mine are, by a muse urging ever onward to purge the terrible memory, by the screams of a child within, who cannot rest until my lips proclaim his grief and pain.
Whatever the reason, however you reach the place of creation...a comfort are your words, they linger like the peals of a bell.