Two wounds

Two wounds on my body,
Of Ambition and of Apathy,
To rise above the earthly,
I strive to achieve satiety,
Hence ambition remained,
Apathy could not be gained.

Two wounds on my body,
Of Knowledge and of Ignorance,
I know some of many,
Still not all of any,
This knowledge of ignorance,
Brings mighty discontent.

Two wounds on my body,
Of Pride and of Humility,
I choose not to test you,
In belief, I can best you,
My conscience caught in perplexity,
Am I proud of my modesty?

Two wounds on my body,
Of Forgiveness and of Animosity,
I don't forget, I do forgive,
I douse the flame but embers outlive,
This divine intention eludes me,
My absolution rendered dreamy.

Two wounds on my body,
Of Love and of Hate,
Hate festers in love's void,
And keeps me strongly tied,
To your archaic memories beaut,
coalesced cherish and loathe.

Two wounds on my body,
One outweighs the other,
It changes with the moment,
As I distinguish holy from malevolent,
Is there one to choose?
Of wounds reflecting a ruse,
Mirror image or cause and effect,
But not absolute for me to select,
Curtailed in this predicament,
I suffer this hurt in silence.