Complexities

Perplexed at life’s complexities,
we delve within the soul;
all facets of our characters
is that which make us whole.
Striding through our memories,
we notice something strange;
from one side of the spectrum
to an opposing range;
tumultuous emotions,
from placid, meek and mild,
rising up in surging waves,
become tempestuous and wild.
In a wrapper of concealment
disparagements and hates
are just a few varieties
of many converse traits.
But making up, forgiveness 
(the spirit of our presence) 
is a chorus of benevolence 
which denotes our essence.
we have some worthwhile qualities
to counteract our strife,
and when we look inside our cores
we find the miracle of life.

*Not metre perfect, I know. Best I could do to meet the challenge of using the following words in a poem: placid, tempestuous, wrapper, forgiveness, chorus and miracle.*