Writing

You are not alone

You'll always have me

Even though its from a distance

Even though we don't talk anymore 

You'll always have me

If you need me 

Im only a tap away on your phone

When people mention women in action-packed situations, they often use the words "fragile" and "pathetic." Like we're glass that might - no. WILL break at the smallest nudge. But you know what is fragile? Pathetic? Their egos.

My scarf wrapped around my neck

Keeping out the cold bite 

In it I feel the softness of a first kiss

The warmth of a summer night 

The comfort of a mother's love 

And birds singing above me 

I

t o r e

all the flowers down and

p u n c h e d

the waves until they 

s h a t t e r e d

like icy glass and I

c h a s e d

the grassy road till its end

s t o m p i n g

As I’m writing this I’m lying in bed in Nuevo Horizonte. A small jungle town in the north of Guatemala where around 100 people live and work together. Recently (a day ago) we wrapped up our time in San Juan La Laguna with our homestay family’s.

Honestly, it’s hard to believe that as I’m writing this, lounging here in a big bus (treat from Iteam), I’m completing four weeks in Guatemala. I had no idea I would be able to do this trip. My brain was full of fears.