Heartbeats are written in Scribbles

The Test

I have dug in my heels
Rooted in deep
Up to my knees

I refuse to budge
I have opened many before
This door too shall abide my bidding

Like chanting magic
my tongue has twisted prayers
I had patience at the beginning
Now I'm done begging

Don't come near me
I'm a monster now

Is holding on at my weakest the test?
Or giving in to the Almighty the best?