mrs. d, mrs. i, mrs. f, f, i...

Ten points to anyone who gets the above movie reference.

I really don't particularly enjoy poetry.  I enjoy writing it even less.  But for some reason unbeknownst to me, this poem just had to be written.  I've debated sharing because the subject matter is not particularly cheerful.  However, the human experience is not always rainbows and butterflies, either-- a fact necessary for growth and greater understanding.  

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The walls go down with the sun and the walls rise with the sun.

Every second between dusk and dawn provides a refuge

From the emotional stronghold of the daylight hours.

Darkness ushers the death of saving face, only to be resurrected in the light.

The mask of pride falls to the floor and deceptive truth shines forth through the shadows.

Feeling assaults the heart and mind with vicious intensity.

Cruel reality speaks malicious, sinister words

Flooding the mind with panic and fear.

Fire must consume the phoenix if it is to rise up from the ashes.

Night proves to be the kindling, loss, the flame. 

Time knows no delay--the night ends, the morning begins.

As sure as the sun creeps up over the horizon,

So do the bricks that surround the despondent soul--

Upward, ever upward--

Until the heart is steeled for another day and it steps forward into the light.