I Haven’t Written in a While

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Tis very true… I have not written anything for a while. For a moment I was depressed, I thought of my writing as not being good enough. I wanted to express so much, and I was lost for words. I thought of resignation, but that did not seem so courageous, so here I am venturing out on a new path, with new ambitions.

My writing has definitely changed over the course of the years, after hearing some criticisms of my writings, Spanish readers told me my English writing was far superior than that of my Spanish writing.

As you can imagine, this was something painful to hear. Everything I did was in Spanish and the majority of things that run through my mind are in Spanish, thus why I even refused to write in English during my first years as a young writer. I thought of it as an insult to my culture, my heritage and my first language. I didn’t think I would end up writing in English, but here I am and honestly I am unashamed by this fact now. I will still write in Spanish because I would like to immerse in that beautiful language, but I can’t deny my love for the English language.

I can’t escape it. As a 12 year old living in Guatemala, I would listen punk rock in hopes of grasping a better sense of that foreign language, and by the time I finally got to the US English, was something I rejected. In some part, I was reacting to a change, a culture shock, coming from upper class Guatemala to nothing in the US was something that completely changed my heart and my mind. It took me years to recover from that nostalgia and another psychological traumas that I endured, but I will write about that on another blog post.

Writing is something, that gives me life. The concept of creating a new world based on words gave me thrills, and excitement, until I started doing it for selfish reasons. On that instant when I realized that what I needed to write, needed to be heartfelt I think everything changed. I am no longer interested in creating stuff so people can admire me or praise me. I want to tell stories and I want honest criticism, because I will simply like to get better at what I do, everything else is secondary.

My trip to Guatemala helped me get in contact with my roots. Honestly I fell in love with my country again. After almost 12 years of not going back I had lost faith in ever going back, I was distraught by other things and my vision of going back seemed dismal. I even lost my Guatemalan ID on purpose because I thought I was never going back…. but oh boy was I wrong!

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Going back made me realize how blessed I have been throughout my entire life. I realized I had many stories to write about, but needed to organize my thoughts. I know writing is a craft that needs to be repeated over and over in order to perfect it. I apologize to all my readers for my absence, but now I am back! Ready to write.

Guatemala es un Sueño

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¿Como podría olvidarme yo de mi tierra?
Un sueño tan real
Cubierta de lagos y volcanes
Sus colores y flores.

Entre las estrellas de Panajachel,
Navegan mis sueños.
En las olas de Monterrico,
Se me fueron las penas
Y las noches bohemias
Me esperan en Antigua.

Sos un sueño
Tus calles parecen fantasía
Y tus historias de otro mundo.

Sos un regalo,
Mi primer amor
Y toda mi infancia.

Gracias
Por tantos cuentos e historias,
Por tanta imaginación.

Who am I?

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Photo Credit: André Brooks

Complex,
Elevated, stimulated,
Thoughtful.

Versed in poetry
And scripture
Philosophy and nature.

Inspired by one and a thousand verses,
Hundreds of stories.
Poetic,
Complicated.

Thoughts and emotions
Overflowing,
Destined for greatness.

Poetic visions proclaiming,
King to my thoughts,
Guardian to my own heart.

Visions on visions piled up
And I know I am destined for greatness.

My thoughts flow,
Every night and day is a blessing.

I was always observant,
Thoughtful.
What is life without God?
What if I die?

Heaven,
So far yet so close.
I chose this life,
To live my best.

That’s all I want.

Well versed,
And influenced.
At some point, my mind was distorted.
Distant thoughts that never were.

I’ve walked through faith,
To see the bigger picture.

Clouded sight and mind,
Had me at a struggle.
I’ve carried my sins and confessed them.

What is greatness?
Is it to live and die
Or die to live?

Tell me, what do you envision?
Nothing but greatness.

What is love without pain?
What is faith without tribulation?
What am I with no God?