At Times

No one sees it coming,

It ain't a cacophony of colors,

Not even a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,

No lush greenery,

No fields to harvest,

Only devastating hurl of boulders at every turn,

Painful it seems too surreal and extreme,

Even makes climbing a hill of broken glass and knives felt more comforting,

Yet,

Bumps and swells from pounding boulders heal,

Cuts, grazes and lacerations did not leave me bleeding to death,

I have learnt along the way and somethings just kept me going,

Making me want to triumph past all the ill forebodes,

Be it in my brewing stews or concoctions,

Be it me taking it out on the harmless sandbag,

You never realized how you can be inspiring,

Every step I took, seasoning I sprinkle, moment to ponder I took,

You were there,

My inspiration, my strength, my sunshine,

I ain't going to be here long,

Pursuing my dreams with my culinary passion in a foreign land,

A passion that sprung alive...the day I first saw you,

One day I hope I can walk and bounce with you,

With no worries and burden dragging me down,

You have always given me a reason(s) to not back down,

I am going to roar one day,

Roar away all your sadness and scratch related issues,

As you have meow-ed strength into soul so forlorn to live on,

With a perfect song from mere amateurs to lift the fighting spirit,

The song that turned a timid meow into a majestic roar, 

The song that reminded me to never ever give up on myself,

And of you.