Longing for my door

It is a shame to humanity if we are not looking for options to survive, sorry if you disagree

How long it will take for this numbness to go away

Will it accompany me until I permanently sleep

I want to shed this cold blanket of frozen emotions

It is not easy for me to get rid of this standstill state

I do not want to travel like this

I am not sure which are my better options

I know for sure there are ten doors open when few close before my eyes

I only need one straight and wright door

If it is opening through spiritual way it is absolutely fine

I have to look around and I have to do some homework

I have to take some strong decisions

I am listening to Gospel message when I am writing this poem

I want a door, am looking in between lines

May be  it will open like the blue ray of radium Mary Query saw in that dark room

I may be looking for it again and again

I will be keeping my ears, mind, and heart open

Yes, to find the particular door which will open for me