Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


running so fiercely
from that which i fear.
no hesitation,
no doubt;
just everything in my power
to flee
despite knowing
there is nowhere to run.
no safety.
no shelter.
i can only run
from the fear before me
to the fear that awaits.
no wonder
i do my best
to hide
from everything.

┬ęTA Barnhart July 10, 2020