Waiting for the Armor to Collapse

Locked out of the doorway which could lead to promise
Whispering words which may touch my soul
But i keep pushing,
Pressing to get to the other side.
Feelings have to be bred properly,
For there is a kindled love which will strike to be so bold.
But you hold fear
Of what can be created
And yet, i cannot hold back
With this fire that is so strong
No water can douse the power of which i feel
Not even the habitual rejection
Because every emotion continues to suffice
In the pinnacle of life