Mistrust & Self-Sacrifice Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Now like scar[r]ed moth around some sacred fire
On fragile wings she flutters to and fro,
Raising expectations soon brought low,
Entertaining self-delusion's choir.
As phoenix, sacrificed to suitors’ ire,
Long has she longed for longing, sought to know
Intense emotions, feelings’ easy flow,
Not framed response to worry's red hot wire.
Growth and warmth, shared tenderness, desire,
Remain ambitions though unkept vows show
Only mistrust of motives. Fast turns slow.
When answer lies within, no magic lyre
Tunes out to in to win through from dark fears.
Here fear of self-love through rued mask appears...