Loss and Found
The end of a story times the start of a new.
I once was called @cheftinaluu. An identity built through Blood, sweat, and tears, too. A persona si grata, Of three decades-plus. For those who well-knew me, A place for their trust. This title I earned By working The Fire. Through persistence... Resilience, Choosing my heart's True desire. A name from ingredients, The best that I found. Executed techniquely, Plated purpose-profound. With intentions fulfilled, I carried it on. Though destiny manifested, I came, went, was gone. Have you ever held tight To something that's done? When you knew to release it - Maybe even someone? This was me and a handle, Constructed with care. Cake layers hugged frosting, Stacked tall - How I dared! Stale cake falls apart, Once fresh gets Too old. I lost a whole lot, To those hiding behind code. My network got hacked! A blessing, Disguised. Things got disrupted; Cleared a path, Still, I rise. Like Mama-Maya, And angel-food... Expansive. No cry. (Okay, maybe I cried a little.) The end of a story, Times the start of a new. Do not fear Letting go, Though a sadness Sings The Blues. It's opportunity gifted, To build what we want. A Brave New World's Calling. Go on... Answer it. Rock! ~ Luu, Trong Da-Thao | @seshat January 11, 2026