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Growth [a poem]

By Cara Amy Goldthorpe | Featured Contributor


It would take for my heart
To be ripped apart
Scattered to the corners
Of this paradise haven
For me to come home
To the soul above
And within
To speak my truth
And embrace
This identity of mine
Too long hidden
For so long, swirling
In the shadowy clutch
Of the night’s storm
Yet now I see, I behold
The awakening rose
That is blossoming
In this Dawn

Cara Amy Goldthorpe
Cara Amy Goldthorpe

Hola, I’m Cara. After 18 months practicing as a lawyer in London, I found myself locked down in the jungle of Costa Rica when borders closed in response to the COVID-19 pandemic. Having recently suffered from a post-viral fatigue and burnout, I then took the opportunity to continue living out here, devoting my energy to health and deepening my connection to nature and to creative expression. Through sharing my stories and poetry, I hope to inspire you to live more healthily and in harmony with this beautiful earth.


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  1. I found this very powerful. The ‘paradise haven’ of the soul, which is both above and within, yet which can only be attained if the heart is ‘ripped apart’ and scattered. .This speaks almost of an image of final surrender to the depths of depression. The true identity, hidden, in the ‘shadowy clutch of the night’s storm’; an image of the nature of the depression perhaps? And the ending on a note of renewed hope; the ‘awakening rose’, blossoming in ‘this Dawn’; a re-awakening to the possibilities of life? . Thank you for this.

    • Thank you for sharing your thoughts Lucy! I find I learn so much about myself from how others react to my poetry, and then going back and re-reading what I’ve written. Loved hearing your perspective!

      I don’t necessarily think there needs to be a surrender into the darkest of moments in terms of succumbing to depression; but rather, that we can only be whole and complete once we’ve witnessed our shadows, confronted those parts of ourselves we hide, and looked our traumas in the eye to bring them into the light. So often in life we rush through without giving ourselves the time and space to feel and process emotions, resulting in them getting bottled up inside us, and eventually us imploding/exploding when something happens that forces us to examine them all at once… But if we allow ourselves to feel in each moment, and cultivate a practice of allowing emotions to pass through us without judgment, then we can be more whole and at peace, in harmony with ourselves.. This is my experience at least, and easier said than done 🙂

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