Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


i wake each morning
to the press
of my entire life
on my mind,
my first thought
“no, i can’t do this”.
but do this i must.
there is no alternative
to living;
there is an alternative
to living in pain.
at least for me
there is,
and that’s a good enough
second thought
to set me
on my way.

©TA Barnhart May 13, 2020