You can keep knocking on a deaf man’s door,
Until your hands turn sore,
But no amount of knocks will make him open,
It will be your own hand left broken.

~ Me

Thanks y’all for reading the poem, hope you liked it!

It’s a pretty much self explanatory poem. I’ve tried to bring an analogy of the “knocks” referring to the efforts which may not have an effect if it’s the door of a deaf man.

The “deafness” of the man refers to something which he himself doesn’t have a control on. It’s just who that person is, they might not know how to recognise and appreciate efforts cause maybe they haven’t witnessed it and it’s all new to them…hence, maybe they tend to remain behind closed doors and not open up.

How can we correct this problem? By perhaps showing up for them when they need? But honestly speaking, when our efforts aren’t appreciated, as humans we tend to get demotivated and feel worthless. We try to wonder that maybe if we could do “more” then maybe they’ll recognise? But no amounts of efforts can make a deaf man hear…..UNLESS.. now here comes the part… He himself decides to try to correct the issue, maybe with the help of a hearing aid or a surgery.

Nothing can happen unless the person himself undergoes an intervention!

Through this poem, I also wanted to gently touch on mental health. There is nothing wrong with seeking help. Nothing wrong with admitting you cannot hear. Growth begins when we decide to work on ourselves.

And sometimes, acceptance means realising that it’s not your job to fix every closed door.

Thanks guys for reading!

Until next time💗