Late Bloomer

Racing heartbeat, catching breath
"oh my g-d that was close!"
The adrenaline ebbs
When it's over, what comes next?
Black and blue, wrapped in gray, but still running
I'm still running with red (running with red)

Holding pattern, fallow spell
When it's "never again" and not yet something else
Holy Spirit, phantom limb?
I don't know what it is, but it's moving again!

And it's hope against hope 'til you can't
Letting go, open hands
Waiting rooms with bated breath

I guess I've always been a late bloomer
Betting on the slow burn
Here in the dirt, it took a while
But when I felt the light
I had nothing left to lose
When you're buried, it's the perfect time to bloom (bloom)
(Just bloom)

If there's a light ahead I'm moving toward it
I can't go back
I can only move forward
If there's a light ahead I'm moving toward it
I can't go back
I can only move forward
I keep an hourglass set on its side
So it's always right now and I'm always on time