Hope Poem by Ancita Michael

They say everything happens for the best,
I really wonder how true it ought be.
I had a life of a princess,
Never had i made a wish.
It was all mine before I knew.
It was ecstasy, a complete bliss.
I never realized when the evil
Strong wind blew, bringing dark clouds
Of torment and made me hanker.
Now quotidian I have a desire which is
Hard to get over, I hope all will be well

Just because the last thing to lose in my life is 'Hope'.