Fire & Rebirth

In the quiet of the dawn, under tattered tents and stars,

A chef's weary heart beats, rehearsing futures afar.

Mirror of flames flickerin', his mind in a swirl,

Tomorrow’s feast in his hands, like a precious pearl.

Lost in the shadows of memories past,

He walks through the ashes, trying to make it last.

Recipes like relics of battles fought,

Every spice, every cut, a lesson bought.

Should he turn back, or rise once more?

The fire inside him roars to the core.

Every scar a story, every doubt a test,

In this crucible, he'll do his best.

Oh, can he revive what’s been broken inside?

Fuel the flame, let the hope be his guide.

One more dawn, one more fight to survive,

In this kitchen of dreams, he’s alive.

Through the smoke and the tears, he finds his way,

Turning pain into flavors, come what may.

With every chop, with every stir,

He’s reborn anew, defying the blur.

The night whispers softly, the trials they end,

A chef reborn, with flames to ascend.

Tomorrow’s promise, in every taste,

A story of courage, none laid to waste.