Is it too late to start again,
To turn from roads paved deep with pain?
From loss and shame, I learned my way,
Found sparks of hope where light once strayed.
I laid to rest what could have been,
And counted growth as quiet wins.
Wrong turns taught truths I won’t forget,
Each fall a lesson, not regret.
Now I walk on with clearer sight,
A kinder pace, a heart made light.
Each new day brings a chance to choose
It’s not too late. There’s more to do.
MARYANN BOSAH 