I'm small, meek, pale and weak

I’ll break if you’re not cautious.

Watch your chosen words,

I’m tender, I’m innocent as well naive,

I break like glass, I burn, I ash.

I do not wish to hurt, you can

plainly see. I derive on your sensitivity.

Don’t take me the wrong way but,

Only the right, place me easily

upon the mantle, that is your spirit.

Let not your anger stir my passive heart.

I’ll snap, crack, crumble and break

entangled in sorrow for days,

So please be careful,

I’m fragile in many ways.

- Holly Fries

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Write After: National Poetry Month with One Poem Only

Write After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. We'll get started in April. You can share to #WriteAfterOPO.

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