Missing Gaps Of Love And Myths Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

I only knew love as a myth til Christ came to me, the child.
As selfish young parents, self-absorbed, revealed love’s guile.
Growing up I conquered most fears but that of Love’s glue.
Excusing makes one whole; but what of one division by two?

Most do fear change; but my exploring made me a challenger.
None can break from the nine-to-five lest becoming a voyager.
I used to danced around Hell’s feet while shaming fool’s deceit.
Childhood-love for Christ taught best yet little kindness sweet.

Rarely ill, this spirited maid aspired to gutsy, witty, and strong.
Men avoided me as a true friend; but followed to hear my song.
So I climbed Jacob’s ladder and conquered hierarchical beast.
Redeemer brought me out of Hell to attain Love’s great feast.

I’d walk beside the ocean’s tide on cold winter days of fog.
Alas I kissed a youth, in dreams, to awake rolling-off some log.
So quickly my love went away, dreaming of wedding plans alive.
Still I awoke empty, longing, needing only him to be at my side.