That Door: Possibility & Hope

A fierce ball of fire
Waits at the front of my door
I’m stuck inside the room
As darkness crawls beneath the floor

The roses are scattered all around
Sometimes I feel the life
Then the thorns strike out of nowhere
Open the wounds I always hide

Born out of hurt and sorrow
I have wished for happiness all along
Embrace or move away
A dichotomy, I could never take the call

Walking along the road
I see the streets burning bright
The happiness ready to pull me out
But my shadows haunt in disguise

Sitting and staring at the ocean
The tides come and roar beside me
Sand loosening beneath my feet
As I plead to have some pity

Maybe I will try once again
One day the sanity will take away this pain
Maybe someday
I will pick up my pieces from the floor
One day, maybe,
I will walk out of that door

Image by Peter H (user:Tama66) from Pixabay 

Synopsis: A poem about hope. The poem focusses on a person going through depression, pain, and misery, and his/her hope for a better tomorrow.