Cracked

This crack running down my side,

Seems slight as it can be,

Oh, but a nudge, I could break open wide,

So by its size don’t be deceived.

I truly am fragile; please handle with care.

Be ever so gentle with me,

Or, if you prefer, you can just leave me there.

Then there’s no risks, you see,

Of dropping or squeezing too tight.

There’d be no need to use stealth.

My crack would still remain slight.

As I gather dust upon the shelf.