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

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

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