You came an unexpected gift

and a surprising one too.

And as they placed a label which read

"most valuable" and that I should instead take you by heart

and remove all other arts which were sketched on my mind,

I obeyed,

but opening the wrapper I couldn't find what was promised,

you.

You weren't what they labelled, but I still found you quite intriguing,

as you changed colours like a chameleon, shapes like water

from me struggling with breathing, to those sacs of boulders

which hung from my shoulders to those numerous lashes and beatings,

their scars which I could still find on those tunnels of my mind, the more I grew older.

But they kept insisting still that the label was not mistaken

and that it was just a while uphill when I would finally feel your thrill

and  that you would be what your label said all the time

"the most valuable gift that I could ever find"

but instead I found a compensation. Some reparations'

for a ******, a war and those thousands of hours of blood on trail underneath this hill

you were an unexpected gift, a surprising one too

but an unnecessary one still.