In the week on the eve of the year twenty-eight
Courage was found at the bottom of my plate
Though my belly was full with denial so delightful
The crumbs of my esteem were no longer just a trifle
Took a shot full of pride
Ate a slice of humble pie
Braced my body and my mind
For a meal sans the lies
See, my appetite returned
When the truth almost burned
Turned it down just in time
Drank some melody, splash of rhyme
And at last there I was
With a full spread of purpose
Set the table
Placed the dishes
No longer feeling worthless
Said my grace and sat down
Took a breath
Donned my crown
For the feast of life’s supper
Began with me as my lover