Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


i want my life
to be my life,
not the plaything
of my memories
and history
and pain.
i want to live,
not exist.
i want to feel,
not endure.
i want my life
to be lived.
i’m so tired
of watching
day follow day,
and i still sit,
waiting to live.
i wish i knew
who to blame.

©TA Barnhart June 9, 2020