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