Eventually, you go home. 


There are no crowds no lights;

no buses no subways no taxis;

no bars no babes no bills.


There is no city no suburb;

no neighbor no roommate;

no lover no son no daughter;

 no father no mother;

no pet—


Simply the screaming silence of your own existence.


And when you close your eyes to fall asleep,

aware of just how measured your breaths are,

how each inhale and exhale brings you closer

to your last,

the weight of your chest as it heaves and hollows

to one day flatten and rise no more,


the noise of your own thoughts

rumbling-tumbling around

in your head,

in your voice,

in your heart—


When you are there, you will have to decide

if you can still love who you are,

and the God who made you.  




About thefreescribbler

My life is one of words. I am a scribbler, whose thoughts are best expressed through adjectives and phrases and punctuation marks. I would not go so far as to call myself a writer, although many would disagree. I’m characterized more by my unfinished works and half-embodied ideas, scraps of stories and parts of poems. Maybe one day I’ll be a writer, but I’m okay with being a scribbler right now. It fits my personality and style, and best expresses my aims. I’m not trying to create some lofty version of literature. I’m just a kid blogging about life. View all posts by thefreescribbler

5 responses to “Acceptance

  • Identity | Journey of a Scribbler

    […] my capacity for talking, he left me to consider, to write, to pray.  The previous post, “Acceptance,” was penned that night.  And during the rest of my time in Toronto, I realized that I had […]

  • moses11

    Lol, this reminded me a lot of my own poetry. It’s a rushing pouring out but you still manage to keep your methodical surgical precision of placing every word just so. I gotta get back in the game before you leave me in the dust cause you are improving by leaps and bounds~

    • thefreescribbler

      I find it interesting that you always call my writing methodical, precise. I often feel like it’s more…raw. There’s no finesse to it, just pure emotion. But I’m cool with you thinking that I’m catching up to your ability >P

      • moses11

        Bahaha catching up to my level my ass! You done passed me ages ago! I’d be lucky to catch up to you. And definitely precise. Your writing comes of very calculated and purposeful.

        • thefreescribbler

          I highly doubt I’ve passed you–you know better than that. But, thank you, my friend. Before I started my freshman year of college, I had to read “Caring for Words in a Culture of Lies” for my honors course–entitled Wisdom. I suppose more ideas stuck with me than I’ve realized.

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