When it takes “too long” to come together
When success is harder to measure
They label it “being a late bloomer”
As if growth is just a rumor

I go through old words and journal entries
Like the way people talk about their twenties
I scan through old memories like it’s a movie
I watch the way a flashback will move me

A moment knows when you’re ready
When you find your flow steady
Life knows when it’s time for everything to click
The fire finds you, and it will stick

So, life and I met in a March from a few years ago
Danced till I realized how much I could still grow
Dreamed till I knew it was time to let go and fly
Listened till I decided to live with an inner high

It wasn’t a waking up or a new beginning
It was a decision to start winning
Winning my own confidence and love
To walk with consciousness within and above

To bloom is to bloom
There is no space for gloom
Timing flows when we don’t resist
Fire glows when we’re fearless to persist

-Grace