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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The Key

Key To My Soul

She always had the key to unlock her own heart,

He simply gave her the courage to do so,

And with a clasp of his hand,

She no longer felt alone,

And like she had finally found her way home.


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.

At Bay

Through My Eyes

He let her hold his hand,

But not his heart,

So much that happened,

Where would he ever start?

She felt such dismay,

Innocent blood spilled on the floor,

Seemed never to be washed way,

A past he couldn’t ignore,

Sins committed from others,

From a time long before,

They both had their druthers,

But wishing as she may,

She knew his past,

Would keep her love at bay.