Shrapnel Poem by Meghan

I met circus freaks...last night...
I was a bear in my dreams
I feel cold and safe in my bed
a longing, an intuition of a feeling
something that you touch but cannot grasp
sleep uninvites my heavy body from the night
as I slip through the cracks of dawn
licks my wounds and tarry feathers
help me to see my eyes through the night
in this sleep, this guided flight...
you are all I need
but I cannot find you here