Published by

David Wesley Woolverton

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I am not the violin
you built yourself to play.
You would not have chosen
such a cumbersome instrument.
I'm the dime store harmonica 
you won at karaoke.

Don't cut your lip on the quickly cut metal.

A single breath from you,
minimal back-and-forth,
will draw you songs from me
I never would've thought to sing.

Don't drop me because I hit one sour note.

I'll still sing as sweet as ever I could
however worn I get,
because I'm a cheap harmonica,
but couldn't you have let me believe
I was the violin?

I’m David

I’m a full time Instructional Systems Designer and a free time Creative Writer. I hold a PhD in instructional design and development, an MA in writing, and a BA in writing and theology. My current creative focus is on honoring nature and our connection to our environment. My pronouns are he/they.