Emerging

Amid the pattering of raindrops

I heard the pitter-patter of my heart

a light, hopeful beating that inspired

the coming of the sun back into life

and fight though I may, I had to endure

the lofty clouds that darkened the sky

a churning of the gray cotton as I lay

staring at the ceiling, at the wall,

awaiting a moment that I knew

would inevitably come to reawaken

my soul and invigorate my mind and body,

a lifting of the shadows, the terrible grinch

that had stolen my voice and my thought

but I knew the day would come

because I could smash the frightful thoughts

out of my mind and challenge the naysayers,

those who had long past given up on the me

who resurrects occasionally like a phoenix

out of the ashes and into a greater being

with a louder, more confident voice