Kathryn D'Agostino

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  • Beasts

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    Originally Posted on September 1st, 2023 Trauma is a fickle beastEmotions enmeshed in the furthest reaches of our soulTo intellectualize the hurt is to allow it to burrow deeper withinThe only way out is through And so I felt them The sinking pit of despairThe uncontrollable laughterThe sudden gush of tearsThe constricting of my rib…

  • Willingness

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    Originally Published on April 19th, 2020 It feels like my whole life my biggest dream has been to climb a mountain and scream at the top of my lungs. I’ve seen them do it in movies and they always feel better afterward. But maybe that’s just a metaphor for how opening our voices to the…

  • Creation

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    Originally Posted on April 12th, 2020 I was first taught to knit when I was eight years old / By a teacher during a bout of indoor recesses / One particularly snowy winter / When I decided I was too old for my blankie / I reworked it into a small stuffed animal / Many…

  • Place

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    Originally Posted on March 8th, 2020 A square mile of land jutting unassumingly into the Atlantic ocean Contains my favorite place in the world. Sitting amongst the rows of houses,First built in the post-WWII boom,Is my Grandparents’ home. Unlike the other homes neatly lined up with barely a lane between them, their home sits alone…

  • School

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    Originally Posted on February 4th, 2020 I’m supposed to understand and know To repeat and regurgitate While pretending I have ideas of my own. I’m meant to do this and then that But never this and than that. I need to listen and understand, act quickly, make decisions, feel confident, show it off, Be happy…

  • I Went to the Library

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    Originally Posted on February 2nd, 2020 I’m at the library but I’ve already read nine books this year. My brain is brimming with words. Words upon words. There are too many and there’s been a bottleneck. They’re all crammed together. Impervious is tangled with thicket. There is just enough room for cat to slip past.…