Having walked across the lava beds of life, it is a wonder anyone or anything can survive such cataclysm, but somehow, through fortitude and faith, a spark rekindles the flame of inner strength. Your last verse affirms, it's never too late.
Pe4ce...
This dear poem has inhabited my favourites' list where silent of comment it has been (and is) treasured close. Finding it be POTD is a gift and has nudged me to whisper this 'thank you' Siri for the excellence you quill.
And...I love the reminder that it is not too late.
lovelight&peace...m.a