Back in the Saddle…Again

So, I haven’t done much writing the last few years. But I still love writing and want to continue to write. I’ve been busy as I am sure you have been as well. I have been progressing in my journey and working to achieve my goals.

When I first started this blog I had mentioned I really didn’t know what I was going to write about – I just wanted to write. In time, I found my voice and perhaps one could argue my niche. I met a lot of cool people and immensely talented writers who both challenged and inspired me. I found it therapeutic to write. As a community, we shared, we learned, and we grew. I found so many interesting blogs. I learned about new perspectives, cultures, and ideas. Some writings made me laugh and some made me cry. Some challenged my perspective. I have missed writing and I have missed the community.

 

I still have writing goals. A lot of my goals were very simple –  just to write and to grow and I want to continue that. I don’t know who is out there. Writing for me was never about catering to an audience. It was always about helping me grow personally and to find my voice both literally and figuratively. So, if you are out there, then welcome back as I can’t wait to reconnect. If you are new, then welcome! I can’t wait to interact.

I really don’t know what is waiting for me on the other side. Since I started this blog, I feel like attitudes have changed greatly. Everyone seems angry about everything all the time. Social media has given everyone a voice – for better or for worse. We can all definitely agree changes are needed. There is always room for improvement. But I don’t want to be angry and I don’t want to argue. I have spent so much of my life arguing and it is emotionally and mentally exhausting. I promised myself that the second half of my life wouldn’t be spent feeling angry, miserable, and stressed out. Life is too short. We never know when that flame is going to be extinguished from our candle. I enjoy discussing and banter but I am not sure if that is still a possibility – logic seems to be out the window these days. I guess time will tell.

It is hard for me to believe it has been almost six years since I started this blog! Six years! At times, I have felt like I had a lot to say and at other times not so much. But I always knew this medium was waiting for me here and I loved it. I loved knowing I could express myself in a manner that was positive and would help me to move through how I felt.

If we haven’t spoken in a while, I hope your journey is going well and you have been to navigate the peaks and valleys.

I am looking forward to sharing my journey with you.

 

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Broken Bridge

Broken Bridge

The rays of sunshine from his loving heart melted away
the iciness and cold that enraptured her soul.

All the kindness and gentle words he offered couldn’t fill
the gap in her soul to make her whole.

The underlying ire meant for another left the brittle bridge
of their friendship precariously hanging in tow.

Even after deflecting and turning her back on him,
her worst fears met,
to stand and face herself, now alone.

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Memories Were Made

Image Copyright 2015 - Jarrod R. Champagne

Image Copyright 2015 – Jarrod R. Champagne

Image Copyright 2015 - Jarrod R. Champagne

Image Copyright 2015 – Jarrod R. Champagne

I’m now a shell,

Viewed from far away,

But in these walls,

So many memories were made,

They laughed,

They cried,

The place where Grandpa died,

Sprawling land,

Cozy nook,

Old climbing tree,

Small kitchen where they cooked,

Thanksgiving and Christmas,

Each and every birthday,

Secret diaries,

Puppy love,

First crush,

Leading to first heartbreak,

Panel behind the closet door,

I kept those secrets locked away,

I sheltered each of you,

Growing from babies,

To sweet little children,

And into such beautiful ladies,

As you moved out on your own,

Development won the land,

Abandoned I became,

Soon I will be torn down,

But do not shed a tear,

Remember me fondly in your memories,

Because in me your lives were built,

Don’t be afraid,

There in your heart,

I will always stay.

This house sits off of Route 17 in Fredericksburg, Virginia. It has always intrigued me being that the land around it now contains an Arby’s and a 7-11 convenience store. When the house was in its prime, I imagine the land was very different. It is apparent that no one has lived in it for many years. I have always liked abandoned buildings and homes. I always tried to imagine what occurred there and the history surrounding the area.