hope and fear,
were they not born,
with the same bones and blood.
were they not birthed on the same night,
the night of darkness and mystery.

But they were separated at birth,
even before the opened their eyes,
they were separated.

what is hope if not born of fear,
and fear if not to give hope,
they are both so different,
one drives away ,
the other drives within.

But are they that different,
one who lives because of fear,
is the same one who lives for hope,

do they both not come together,
do the not have their own secrets,
their lies,
their truths.

oh! what beautiful things the are,
hope and fear,
born on the same tree,
but in different places.