Mind of a Chef

To create something from nothing,
Is a skill that I hold,
A master chef I will be,
Or so I am told,
If I were to be left with nothing,
I would not want to forget,
My extreme love for cooking,
Or the day that we had met,
If I were alone somewhere,
With nothing to do,
I could find myself something to brew up,
Maybe a steak or a stew,
When loneliness comes over,
I'll cook up some dinner,
Than I'll remember as long as I'm cooking,
I'm always a winner,
Leave me with nothing, I will still bring my passion,
Because cooking is an art and anything is my canvas.

This poem is about: 
Me

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