My Utopia Poem by Zunda Wezi Chibwe

This here was my utopia,
A place I came to speak words that made me inferior,
A place of reflection and recollection,
A place of judgement and revelation,
Now it's become a place of my existence,
My best friend and outer conscience,
When I feel the world has turned it's back on me,
When the life I thought I had is being forced out of me,
I turn to the one place that I can revel my pain,
A book a page and a pen,
Not just any book and not just any page,
It's one with the account of my heart's love, pain and rage,
A world where all is what could have been,
Sometimes happy sometimes sad just like the eyes should have seen,
So it was my utopia and is my utopia,
The secret keeper of the scribbler...