Hope Poem by Wini Jose

When the sun rises every day,
There is hope.
When the rivers flow to their destination,
There is hope.
When birds begin their flight to places,
There is hope.
When the moon lights up the night time,
There is hope.
For an explorer, in search of Utopian land,
There is hope.
For each flower that blooms,
There is hope.
For every child born,
There is hope.
Before every battle,
There is hope.
For every drop of rain that falls on earth,
There is hope.
But when I fall down in the steps of life,
Is there any hope?
Is there any hope of getting up and walking again?
Is there any hope I will reach my destination like the rivers?
Is there any hope I will shine bright like the sun?
Is there any hope of me finding the Utopian land?
Is there any hope that I will bloom like a flower?
Is there any hope that I will win the battles of life?
I have no hope.
So I lie quite and still,
So that the world can play with me, the way it wants,
So that I can find this thing called hope sometime, somewhere in my life.