SHEER AND DOUBT

'Sheer'  by  Trish

Sheer seems to be hiding? she seems so very small,
she looks a bit overwhelmed, by the intensity of it all.
But good times are ahead, she only has to wait,
a little bit longer, safe in her own whole faith.

Hear the roar of the lion, see the strength, at hand.
May her mighty sound, ring through out this wild land.
See colors that sizzle, then whoompf!, they  flare as flames,
the heat is incredible, no time for false niceties or games,

Sheer  heard her name  upon the wind, one night long ago,
but Doubt whispered 'don't answer, how are you to know,
who it is calls out, at this late  hour of the night,
and even if it does carry your name, it may not be yours by right'.

Doubt continued, 'better no name, than follow one that's wrong.
And what matter anyway, we don't need a name to belong.
To risk being someone else, is more than one should dare,
especially, when even your true name, doesn't end all care.'

Sheer took a flaming torch and flung it far and wide,
it scorched the land, turned night to day, raised everything in sight.
The earth was charred black, it was now a land of no return,
Doubt breathed a painful sigh, then, also began to burn.

Sigh turned to a brittle fabric, crackled and fell apart,
fell upon the blackened earth, in the shape of a broken heart.
Sheer trembled as she  knelt, to see what had come about
upon the pieces, were the words, this heart once belonged to doubt.

Tushie