Bread

Heart's palette groans in deep awakening
its ravenous craving
for reliance's wheat,
having threshed the grains of confidence
from doubt's chaff,
milling it into hope's flour
for making the loaves of esteem.

One addictive taste of its flavor
consumed
during a famine in belief,
bought an everlasting
passionate appetite
to never lack the taste again.

Amid the amber waves
of self assurance's crops,
the mind weaves conviction's parasol
out of the gleamed fiber.

Walking in the sunrise of rebirth
finding contentment
underneath
the shade of self image's
harvested canopy.