Where's my miracle?

Not one of my best poems i think, but i figured i'd post it anyway.

Miracles are happening all around,
None going without a sound.
I'm told miracles happen to all,
Whether big or small.
But the problem with this prediction,
Is that it has to be fiction.
For over all my life,
I have only faced strife.
Where's my miracle?
Is it on this petal?
Or perhaps hidden in some metal.
If you don't see my point,
Then you must not disappoint.
I'm still searching,
Forever researching.