She Carried It Down With Her

She held onto it for thirty-seven years. The words she should have said. The truth that would have changed everything. The apology that might have saved them both.

But she waited too long. And some roses only bloom in the deep.

Now it drifts where silence lives perfect, untouched by the surface, holding a confession the world will never hear.

She spoke it to the water. Once. Finally.

But the Ocean doesn't carry messages back. It only keeps what's too heavy for the heart to hold.

This was her Rose Offering. The truth she carried down so she could finally surface without its weight.

—The Dreamkeeper From "Final Roses: Confessions Beneath the Tide"