The Wrestle

Analyzing does little to appease
the troubled heart
of one who cares deeply
for the opinions of
others.
Why the sagging hopes
once so promising whisked away so easily?
The one wonders.
The one
sits
ALONE.
Behind the singularity trespasses the
EVIL,
joy-sucking wretch,
like a vicious
venomous viper
waiting, drooling for
it's prey-
And conversely
looms the
silhouetted answer to life's woes.
He waits.
He's paid the price.
But-
the one
duels.
The polarity in the vastness
of the one's emotions
which are part of the one
struggles even to survive,
which survival depends on the answer.
His
is the only opinion
whose value sums the total
of the one's experience & choices.
The one hopes for atonement,
acceptance
& love.
Where is it to be found?
In the answer's mission
the one must accept it
for oneself,
lest the Mediator's
martyrdom be madness.