Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


my friend
looks at me
and wonders,
why can’t you
just decide
and do?
the question
might as
well be,
why can’t you
grow wings
and fly?
the simple act
of living
with purpose
has been
beyond me
since i
was a child.
i have
always lived
my life
i never quite
find my balance.
a step or two,
and then
i stumble,
tripping over
little more
than the fear
that i
will never learn
to walk,
much less run,
much less fly.

©TA Barnhart June 4, 2020