Credo

Credo

Those who are lost 

have forgotten 

the body does not stop or start at the skin, 

but continues to be one being. 

 

You are the world as much as the world is you. 

You are a patchwork of experiences, 

eroded and shaped from feeling as sand is by rivers. 

 

Earth serves as a reflection to our insides, 

just as a mirror would to our face, 

because both are viewed through the same lens. 

In this way, we are never without relationship. 

 

To feel the comfort of a mother, 

bury your feet in the dirt. 

Those who are lost 

have forgotten that 

we all come from the same womb. 

 

To see where you are headed, 

peer up at the sky. 

Those who are lost 

have forgotten that eventually, 

we will all share the same grave. 

 

In this way, we are never without knowing. 

Writer1326

VT

16 years old

h1221hm1

VT

18 years old

The Voice

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