Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


there’s no reason
i have to do this.
there’s no reason
i have to do anything.
the beauty of choice.
the burden of choice,
of so-called freedom.
fear pushes me
one direction,
yearning another.
if only i knew
what it was
i want so badly.
if only i knew
why i am so willing
to believe so desperately
in my fear.
if i have any reason
to do this,
any reason to do
it’s just this:
life is an action,
not an idea.

©TA Barnhart May 7, 2020