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Joslin Hartge Poem
Look at the tree,
Such a majestic piece of nature.
A glorious insight into God's creation;
What a lovely sight.
Its strength,
The hope, just a sapling.
The light it brings to the world.
The representation of growth and endurance,
Through the drought, it deepened its roots.
The trial prepared it for a hurricane...
Look at the tree,
It has hope,
Its given up its blossoms.
And still holds beauty and strength,
It continues to grow,
Though it is slow, it is surviving,
It has dealt with much but still gives fruit to the world...
Providing for the many at the expense of itself, Little by little....
Look at the tree,
It is brittle, thin,
Withering away, its only goal is to hold on.
It dies as it tries to give fruit, fruit that no one can use,
It cannot provide for the world anymore.
What will it do?
Its reason for it thinning and sheading its layers,
freezing in the winter,
crying silently as it looses the few leaves it could grow.
Wishing for pollen, or help of some kind...
Look at where the old tree once grew,
It did not survive,
In the world it wished to thrive.
The soil doesn't miss it,
It took what little nutrients it could get,
Barely holding on.
Growing for the sake of a world that is no longer there,
Wanting to take care,
To help.
To love,
And never give up!
It was truly beautiful when it died,
you could see all the damage that it took,
and its resilience...
Copyright © Joslin Hartge | Year Posted 2018
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Joslin Hartge Poem
“The safety net?” she asked with a confused expression.
“Yeah,” he paused with a look of bewilderment,
“Its there to catch you when you fall.”
The girl looked up from her stacks of homework with glassy eyes, as if she was about to break apart. Anxiety lifted from the pit of her stomach and blocked the voice within her throat as she chocked on the words she was meaning to say.
“I… There is no safety net. If I fail, I fall…
They have clipped my wings and expect me to soar,
how else can I survive except from the knowledge of my impending doom…”
the girl said, as the water in her eyes threatened to spill over, they were overflowing as she tried to blink and hold them back.
The glass doll was not porcelain like in the movies, the broken girl sitting in front of me was a paper doll in the rain.
Like a star that lived a short life, she began to self-destruct, the iron within her core is destroying her very soul.
Fallen stars are not meant for this world, although we are made of iron, she is not.
When she forms it within her heart she will forever fall apart,
quickly disappearing from this world.
Fallen stars are beautiful and chaotic,
but they break when they take on the humanity of our world.
I thought she could be in the world, but not be of it; she was but only for a time.
Eventually time takes its toll,
when we thought she was glowing brighter and just beginning to make a mark on the world,
she was saying goodbye.
All stars must fall….
They must destroy themselves,
to allow more people like you and me to be.
In the end, I’m left alone, missing the girl who is the remains of star fire,
she scorched those closest to her and we didn’t think twice about it
The stardust falls, I miss her even more,
as the last her slips away she gives birth to new stars.
And now I am one of them…
Copyright © Joslin Hartge | Year Posted 2020
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