Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart

2020-5-31

i have known
for a long time
that,
in the end,
what my life
is to be
comes down to
what i choose
for my life
to be.
i have resisted
knowing this
believing this
owning this.
this is
too much
for me.
to own my life
is too much
for me.
how can
i accept
and endure
the fear of living
on the
mere knowledge
that
one step forward
despite that fear
is enough
to wake
and
be free?


┬ęTA Barnhart May 31, 2020