That Damn Green Light
by Beth Fisher
I’ve wrote this stupid poem too many times,
But love, pain and sorrow won’t fit into rhymes,
Syntax and iambic meter; I’m sorry it isn’t all neater,
You can’t fit with the times; it isn’t always so sublime,
But we do our best and that’s quite alright, right?
I drink tea at 03:25, with a passion in my heart struck alive,
And sometimes I wish I could shut it all down, if only just to survive,
I wish I could be a fighter, I will be, just let me be something lighter,
Sometimes you can’t jump and dive; you just have to escape the hive,
But you do your best and that’s quite alright, right?
I question heaven at 03:27, with a heart that’s hardly beaten,
And sometimes I wish I could shut it all down, if only just to cease the sounds,
I wish I could be so much lighter, I will be, just let me be something stronger,
Sometimes you can’t be the siren; making everyone else around you listen,
You do your best and that’s quite alright, so right-
Don’t dwell on the before at 03:34; focus on the future (that’ll last),
Let your worries be no more; left at the door, raise your flags and mast,
Go and let yourself explore; don’t hide away like the times before,
Everything will be okay, have hope and someday you will find the shore,
We’ll do our best and no one can ask for more than that.
Here we are, together and apart, in a world born of a different heart,
We shy away as we loathe to restart; we prefer to hide in the dark,
And sometimes you don’t quite fit the part, but would it really tear you apart-
Just to look up at the dying stars; how wonder and life can journey that far,
I’m doing my best and, no one can deny, that’s sure a start.
We’re in a world where blue is black and white is orange,
Where waters are darker than the blazing sky, things are deranged,
We’re surviving but none of us really know how or why,
I’m sorry that it doesn’t make much sense, but beauty is strange,
We’re doing our best and, no one can fault, we are as strong as rain.
I’m coming to the end of overthinking whilst before I was sinking,
Drowning in thoughts and screaming, but here I am blinking,
I am waking from a sleep I didn’t realise I was sleeping, seeping
Into my bones, I can feel an awakening; a new formation that’s linking,
Beautiful day, beautiful people, beautiful everything; I am floating.
To those who are lost and unknowing, stars are always born, then glowing,
Evolution is about change and knowing, that plays are deeper than showing,
And people are stranger than you could know; better if you stay for the show,
Life can be a boat against the hitting tide, and the secret is to keep on rowing,
We do our best and that’s quite alright; we find more highs than we do lows.
Beth Fisher is a First Year Creative and Professional Writing student.