All Doors Open From Inside Poem by Shreyansh Swarnakar

The gates of church aren't ajar but they aren't closed either.
Early in the morning from between their bars,
I feed you my devotion- your hands that had fanned away that dreaded mist that now condenses on every inch of your palpable being, now you raise above your head.

I've been knocking on your door for so long,
Your door is giving in; It cannot withstand the dour of my prods and caresses.
You're desperate, you're whispering your life into the door's ears.
Soon you will smoulder, too powerless to forbid.


And with every bang on your sobbing door,
You find how much more strong you are, although strong you always were.
When one day this door breaks, you will drown with me.

You will know what this world is after.
You will know that all doors crash open from inside.
You will know the difference.
You will smile different.
Your resolve for a lifetime's resolution will resolve.