Spoken Word Poetry: To You, Dearest Love (A Love Poem)

Listen to a love poem, written and spoken by, Ariana R Cherry. Click on the link or player to hear the poem. Follow along by reading the poem below… https://anchor.fm/ariana-r-cherry/episodes/Spoken-Word-Poetry-Reading-A-Love-Poem-To-You–Dearest-Love-e4dp4m **************************************** To You, Dearest Love __________________________ My dearest love, oh thou, my heart has ached for you a million years. Sitting under a bright kindred

Poetry: Midnight Days

” A journey from dark to light…Don’t be afraid of the darkness…Light will not fail us even when the stars have gone to sleep.’ *************** Midnight Days —- On those midnight days, I can’t feel safe in my own shaken skin… All those haunting dark memories arrive once again, rushing in… My aching and frightened

Poetry: That Autumn Revolving Door

That Autumn Revolving Door **************************** …. I know, I’ve been here before… The air has cooled, the howling wind has chilled and faded colored leaves make their journey to the ground.. Sometimes- I think I might have even seen a frown. It’s that setting, the time that I remember from some years gone past… Those

Life on Pause: Having Faith & Dealing With the Normal Things in Life.

   It has been a bit since I have posted to this particular blog series…I’ve been busy with life things: work, trying to relax, scheduling events to promote my book, finishing other poetry collections, creating postcards to sell in a nearby store ….and…trying to live in the present….that is what most PTSD survivors spend

Dark Love Poetry: To You, Dearest Love

To You, Dearest Love __________________________ My deareset love, oh thou, my heart has ached for you a million years. Sitting under a bright kindred moonlight, my thoughts fall back to your tender touch. I lay here, counting every single twinkling star up in the clear night sky, bathing in amorous memories that I wear upon

Life on Pause: Waiting for the Magic

It is hard getting older… and those of you who are older than me – will tell me that I am still quite young and laugh at me – saying how I have so much life yet to live . Although, I will tell you- there are days that I feel much older than my

Life on Pause: Impatient and frustrated

I have to admit…I’m anxious. My mind is busy. It is quite tired. I do not like to wait – especially on things that I have no control over. I don’t need to be able to control every situation- but when it is something IMPORTANT to do with my life – I hate that the

Life on Pause: Searching for memories and the disassociation war.

  and my war with PTSD.  The other day, I got an offer from Shutterfly where I could save $20 -some Christmas in July thing…Well that prompted me to look through some really old photos – really old… Photos from over 10 years ago – when my daughter was just a toddler (she’s close to

Dark Poetry: Uncharted Paths

Uncharted Paths ————————-   Upon the pondering of her pen and awakening from an unplanned rest, A young girl took upon herself a mission of travel.   A travel in which she would perhaps become lost… or one, that she might become found… Something that could claim to be a vacation of her mind, or

Poetry : That Haunted Breath Upon my Ear

That Haunted Breath Upon my Ear The memories haunt my nighttime dreams… The images are as raw as the flesh upon Adam and Eve’s skin. Fear withers into my mind when your voice breathes upon my ear. It is like you are still here – When you are the one that I fear to be