Andi Leigh Writes

I long to be with you alone Away from negativity. Cut from the world, Our cloth beholds Our lives of creativity.

It's a constant fight, Living life. Moving day by day. I wonder what Is at the end. Good things, I hope, I pray. A never-ending List of chores, Of tasks to fill the void. Then piles of new lists Grow in stacks. I can't help but be annoyed.

There are riptides in my mind Spreading every which way. Pulling thoughts apart, Pushing for pure disarray. One thing that can be done Is to wash through the ride. Wait for calm waters, And watch waves subside.

Groggy old morning, Why do you stare into my eyes? I am not awake and yet, Here you are. You yank me from sleep, Expecting me to take on The blustery day. But still within a dream, I can't hear your maundering. Speak louder to me, dear. Your words have not reached The point where I can process them. You lecture without sound to me And I laugh through the late morning. I still am not awake.

Change spins us anew. Even through unknown shadows, The other side waits.

I feel sick today. Nothing ever seems to last, Loved ones ripped away.

I write until the callus on my finger blisters. I type until my bones ache; It may be carpel tunnel visiting often. The joints of my hands become sore and My wrists need rest. My strained eyes don't care When windowed daylight fades But then I may forget to turn the lamp on. I walk until my heels burn But I'm not afraid to hike twelve miles. The sky tells me that journeys are infinite And what I accomplish in a day is quite small But I'd do it all over again. I would gladly create, be it a collage of words Or sun-filled memories, even if it pains me Because it means I am alive.