Poems from Ember B

My sound? Is a silent night, I have no music no beats, or rhythem. My sound? Crickets on a summer day. When I was born they sang. My sound...
I'm afraid someone will see me at my darkest When no light shine through the clouds So I put on a smile and continue to breath Deeply.   I...
What up-lifts me is being in the sunlight Looking back and seeing the dark inside the tunnel. Still in sight, but getting smaller as I...