Anthony Hanible

Blue Rose

A blue rose blooms where the heart trembles

A soft defiance against the ache of being unseen

It carries the weight of every almost

Every whispered hope that never found a home

Its petals hold the warmth of hands that never touched

The echo of names we never learned to say aloud

Its color is the quiet grief of wanting more

And the courage of loving anyway

To look at it is to feel the truth

That even the rarest ache can flower

That even the loneliest soul can glow

And that beauty sometimes grows

From the very places we thought were broken