In here the silence will remembered In the room of fragments… They all hums like a memory Every crack it’s a story And I keep them all everything remembers something. And so do I. Let’s me show you , what’s break, beautifully. I keep the pieces no one wants, names carved in dust and broken frames. Every sound of silence haunts, every wound still speaks your name. I mend the world with borrowed hands, but my own cracks start to bleed. Who fixes the one who understands the pain they help to free? Every heart I glue together leaves a piece inside of me. I’m the keeper of what breaks, the mirror and the scar it makes. Every song I write in pain still hums your name in the rain. But maybe healing isn’t whole, maybe breaking feeds the soul. I’ve learned to hold the fire bare-handed, to burn and still remain kind. Not every wound needs mending some just remind. I’m still standing in the fragments, where I found my missing sound. What was lost became my language, what was silent now profound. I’m still the keeper… but I’m learning to let go. Fragments can be beautiful too. © 2026 Lunarbaby All Rights Reserved.
