My Post Poem by Cee Bea

Within my breath,
inside the dark that makes
up more than matter

that, that is where I stumble,
grabbing for a rail and the vertical extreme
that prevents a collapse.

but I know its just a delay

in all the awkward moments
behind broken promises
lay the sting of deceits own
smile,
uncaring and brutal
as it stands in the sun

I used to stare it down.
now… I just wonder why,

while
keeping my promise to not
betray my post