Andi Leigh Writes

I want the rushing winds To help carry the meticulous worries That live within my jumbled head Far away—allowing me to enjoy The emptied peace.

There can be a thought In the limelight— An idea that springs forth, Standing strong Over rotting strings Of lost intention— There is also opportunity For that single star To be a nefarious actor.

Some people are callous And try to squash you Under their stomping heels. They pay no mind To the softness of petals. They do not see the depth Of a gentle paw. They barrel through The current of divulgence— So why pay them any mind?