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.*