Some days, I say to my dreams
You came to the wrong body
I’m too weak to bear you
Some nights, I scream at my heart
You create grandiose visions
I shiver in thoughts
Some days, I crawl through life asking
From whence do dreams come?
Cos I’d like to return mine
Some nights, winter comes
These dreams turn thermostats
Heating me up
Some days, I’m breaking
These dreams become adhesives
Holding me together
Days — nights blur, I shout
From whence do dreams come?
that I may pay obeisance
By Liza Chuma Akunyili on .
Exported from Medium on February 2, 2026.