Kathryn D'Agostino

Tag: embodying space

  • You are here

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    I know it’s unfair that I don’t name my trauma. I’ve never explicitly written about it. There are approximately 40 people in the whole world who know what I’m referencing when I speak of my trauma. But I also know that won’t always be the case. Whether people agree with it or not I am…

  • I am

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    I’m not choosing anymore Planning what Im going to be No I’m doing I am I’m me

  • Finished

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    Its finalOr is it? What’s over and what ended?Im still here You’re here reading this Everything ends And then everything starts again Poems don’t die on the pageWords infect Latch on and dont let go You make and you worryOverthink everything Then nothing But the world wont stop spinning People wont stop trying and doing…

  • Waterfall

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    They seemed overwhelmed trying to catch it all with nothing but their open hands. The power of the water was too much for them and they were left with less than what they came with. Trying too hard to make sense of it all. So close to believing. As the blood that runs through them…

  • Naked

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    Cool and damp earth presses against my skin, moisture seeps through my cotton shirt, an ant is crawling across my bare shin. I can hear the rain dropping rhythmically on the tin roof and sliding down the wall of glass. I can’t see the outside world and no one can see me here on this…

  • Octopus Advice

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    I’ve meditated every morning for the past 209 days. By the time you’re reading this, it’ll be longer than that. I can genuinely say it has helped. But I still cry in the car and escape to the bathroom when I feel the first chest crushing blows of a panic attack. I don’t have the…

  • Another Friday

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    My brain is meltingIt’s everywhere and nowhere.It doesn’t belong.Where is it? And it can’t be where it belongs.I don’t want to understand why someone would taste cold hard metal.I don’t want to feel a kinship for walking away.But I do.I feel it all. The hope and despair.Wanting to know, wanting to forget It’s everywhere and…

  • Grasping

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    My hands are covered in dirtI’ve been grasping Pebbles are embedded in my palms Flowers bloom from my fingertips I keep tryingSinking my hands into the moist warm earth I’m searching For deep roots or a boulderI want to hold onI need something to hold onto I’m watching my own frantic effort to remain clinging…

  • Updates of No Particular Importance

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    Im sitting in the car waiting for school to get out. The rain is pounding down on the windshield and the colorful leaves look like an oil painting against an unfinished canvas. The sky a terrifying white of potential, and yet all I can think about is I miss this place or rather, that place.…

  • A group of three

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    I want to be the most boring person in the world I want people to never quite remember my name or physical features I wish nothing about me sparked interest I want no one to ever be confused if they like me or are just fascinated by me To wonder if they care about me…