"Describe me",I
Told him.
"Oh really?",he said.
"Yes. Please."

"There was once a girl,
whose smiles knocked down the world.
There was once a girl,
whose hair chased demons away.
There was once a girl,
whose eyes diminished fear in any.

There was once a girl,
whose hands could comfort any.
There was once a girl,
whose legs tread on hearts.

There was once a girl,
whose tears could destroy hearts.
There was once a girl,
whose heart beat for others.
There was once a girl,
who fed on fear.

Her name was hope,
and she was extremely beautiful.
She was born,
in loser's, winner's,warriors and families' hearts.

She fed on their fear,
and she destroyed their weaknesses.
She made them strong,
she fought for them,
And she won their,
battles.

She lived for others.
She never got thanked in return.
Yet,she came,
when they needed her.

She is my sweet daughter,
my very essence,
my very beautiful daughter,
whose father is fear.
But she feeds on me,
and she destroys me.

And henceforth,
I hate her."
"Oh,thanks a lot,padre,
for describing me so well."

Giving him no chance to reply,
and giving him no room for growing,
I killed and fed on him.
Who gave me birth,
who described me for the first time,
whom I hate so much.

Well,
The feeling,
isn't it mutual,
padre?

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Author's Note

Hope is at times hard to find. But it is in times of fear we can build it up.
Fear is not necessarily bad as it makes way for hope.
Find hope even in the darkest moments of your life.
It can bring in a lot of unexpected changes.

©VioletEden