God created a world,
Where people die.
Now, God is either,
Completely cruel,
Or we don’t really die…
Perhaps after death,
We simply turn inside out,
And keep right on living.
Maybe we’re actually,
Inside out right now,
Our hearts sealed up,
Inside hollow chest cavities,
Instead of right out there,
On our sleeves,
Beating wildly,
Bravely, fiercely,
To fullest capacity,
Without apology,
Alive.
gilda patricia
gildaspoems 
Beautifully penned, oops felt Gilda ! The truth of living en route inevitable death ! The creator & the controller must be laughing at the vagaries of inside outs !
” inside hollow chest cavities …”,
Lovely. Blessings be unto us to now live a life that death may not put an end to life !
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Such a thoughtful comment & compliment! Our creator is good & life is eternal, I believe. Have a blessed day or night Kamakhya! 😌🌈
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Hi Gilda, a meaningful poem. Glad to see you back! 😃⚘ 🌺 ☀️
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Awww, thanks so much for saying! Nice to be back & very nice to hear from you. Have a wonderful day.🌈😀
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I like this!
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I’m glad to hear that Mitch! Thanks for saying and have a wonderful day. 🙂
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