awaken and rise

the Lazarus in
me
awakens.
the flesh and blood
once cold
and blue
go warm.
I am nearly in the pink
again.
I brush off the dirt
of my grave,
rip off the shroud
that covered me.
I dry the tears
of those who stood by
and loved me
when I was under,
when I was gone.
together we lift
our glasses,
our hearts to life
and love.
we toast tomorrow
once more.