Home Is My Utopia Poem by Mayyu Hamim

No one leaves home
until it becomes a battlefield.
I didn't migrate to, but I was expelled, victimized and marginalized.

I've crossed numerous oceans,
climbed slippery mountains,
and wandered across borders,
happiness is nowhere found.

I'm like a river's reflection,
shimmering with secrets
beneath the surface.
Likewise, I long for my home.

Home, a place where I find solace,
a sense of belonging and identity.
I'm tired from weeping
Home is indeed my utopia.