From the bright sunny days

Until the dark gloom nights,

Fear crept through the air 

Leaving the whole annex in fright.

However, Anne

Had one thing.

One that Peter, Margot, and Mrs.Van Dann 

didn’t.

She had it when they first moved in, 

In the summer of 1942.

Anne had it through the Van Dann’s constant fighting,

she had it each time she picked up her diary; 

Her diary shared her sadness.

Anne had it when she saw that food was scarce,

And during her and her mom’s rivalries’.

She had it when the thief broke in.

When she heard the crash of the lamp, everyone else

 worried they were caught.

She even had it at the worst of times; As she was forced away to concentration camps, death creeping up on her.

Yet, she still had something that most others did not. 

Anne had hope everytime she faced fear.

She had hope in the annex,

 when strong emotions tore through like a hurricane.

She had hope each night as she laid in her bed. 

She had hope when she would rather be at peace again.

She had hope in her final moments,

Because she was finally free. Free of the annex,

 outside where she could smell the fresh breeze. 

It may not have been was she had hoped for, but hope she still had

As she died, practically alone in a concentration camp.

Just like millions of others did.

The last bit of hope, was that her diary was still there 

waiting to be read, waiting to be shared. 

Now more than 80 years later, and more than 30 million copies sold.

As one of those readers, I will bear witness by

Sharing her story of hope with others, letting them know;

Anne’s story is Hope.