I let you in,
And I kept the door open.
At first, it was by choice,
but later on, it became a default
It was out of compulsion
It became something I could not/would not control.

The helplessness of the situation became too unbearable,
And I made myself believe, that it was my choice.
I gave reasons, justifications, to why, I kept the door open.

Behind the scenes, I was working on building my strength again, I was working on remembering myself.

I did close the door partially, but with a hope, that closing it a little would make a statement, but keeping it open meant, the chance of amendments.

Back of mind, I could realize the absurdity of my logic, of my hopeless hopefulness.
And nothing I was doing, was giving me any relief, and my very hope was smothering me.

Fortunately, the work behind the scenes showed its result,
And in a snatch of a moment,
I closed the door shut.

Was it to make a statement?
Perhaps

Was it to punish you?
No

It is not a punishment to you, but the reinforcement, I considered myself too afraid of;
And turns out, the very thing I was afraid to do, was the thing I needed to.