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The New Kestrel Jun 2013
With everything that has happened,
I need a hero.
Writing blindly doesn't help anymore.
I need a new hero, a new savior.
Explaining myself, My views,
Possibly going too far,
Dealing with my disorder, my disease, my destruction.
I need a safe haven.
The New Kestrel Jun 2013
weareallguiltyofsomethingcalledprejudice
The New Kestrel Jun 2013
I had a dream.

You doodled on my skin,
And left your name.
You claimed me,
And, in return,

*I claimed you.
The New Kestrel Jun 2013
I am not afraid
To be real.
Just as long as I have Kestrel
To do it for me.
My alter-ego,
My twin,
My alias.
My name to most is unknown,
But they still know it.
They still know me,
*Kestrel
The New Kestrel Jun 2013
It seems different. Now,
A new view of me unraveled.
Will something be changed?
The New Kestrel Jun 2013
You want me to teach?
There's so much to tell and say...
You won't understand.
The New Kestrel Jun 2013
So much meaning behind so few words.
A story, mostly hidden, yet to be told.

I'll share it with you, if you wish.

Hidden in poetry is
A past,
A present,
A wished-for future,
And pain.
So much pain.
And love.
So much love.

It contradicts itself, mostly.
A beautiful song, sung by the pen and paper,
That shows horrific, or beautiful, things.

I'll show them both to you, if it is so desired.
I have both, now at least.
Don't you see?
The beauty, love, and surrender hidden in these words
Are for you.
You are my inspiration,
Poetry is... *My escape.
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