Closed Door!

Closed Door!

You always close it out on me

I struggle incessantly to open that door of yours 

I gather all of the least strength I have 

To adorn your house

I run earnestly to get the best of the items

To fill it in your house

Even if I am dragged to rags

I run erratically to  skim for the extra adorable

Restless, have I become 

Yet I still haven't lost the beacons of my hope

But you have again shut the door on me

Against my self esteem and individuality 

You have slammed it so hard that my inner soul broke into sharp pieces 

Bleeding,weeping and mourning 

My spirit started to self-scrutinize  in retrospect

Of what has gone wrong with the door

And with an enduring quest for the solution 

The broken pieces of my heart came together

To run and knock the door again

For it doesn't have any ego or attitude but just unconditional trust and love

Thus my heart and my soul started to open your door with that last ray of hope

And made a promise to the spiritual self of mine that it will do so till my last breath infallibly!