Spoken Word Poetry Reading: The Outcast

Have you ever felt like an outcast?  There are those of us that feel “different” compared with others- those of us that walk to a different beat of the drum…. Listen to the “Outcast”  below by clicking on the link. You can also follow along by reading the poem below too…   https://anchor.fm/ariana-r-cherry/episodes/Spoken-Word-Poetry-Reading-The-Outcast-e4c01h THE OUTCAST

Spoken Word Poetry: “His Choice”

A few days ago, I recorded my poem, “His Choice,” about an angel who fell to grace, to save a world from despair… You can list to the poem by clicking below: https://anchor.fm/ariana-r-cherry/episodes/His-Choice-Poetry-Reading-e3u4bh Listen and read along to the poem below: His Choice It stood on the corner of its high rock cliff, peering down

Learning to Adjust to Life’s Adjustments

  …”Learning to Adjust to Life’s “adjustments” *********************** Over the last two months and my recent “diagnosis” of Fibromyalgia from my doctor, I’ve had to learn to “adjust.”… ..My mind is always going… I have idea after idea – and I want to do all of these ideas. I am always in “create mode.” The

Poetry: Foreign Inhabitants (a poem about chronic pain)

  Foreign Inhabitants ——————- …she runs her jagged fingernails down the length of the bare white wall, Leaving a trail of chipped paint behind…. Carefully, she tries to stifle the scream that attempts to escape her dry parched lips. A tear dances down her damp rosy cheek, As once again, her tired mind attempts a

Poetry: A River Gone Dry

  A River Gone Dry A crumbling river of red and broken stones found itself flowing through the cracks of an aching heart… A hurting soul of human pain that painted itself upon a heavy chest..… Bits of escaping light attempted to sparkle through the brick wall that seemed to suddenly cement itself, creating a

The Why Me Mentality

….I am not a person who likes to give in…and finally ask (or whine) “Why me?”….For me to do so – I have to be in a lot of pain…or extremely frustrated.  If my situation doesn’t seem to be going well – I try to remember – there is always somebody who could be hurting

The literal pains in life…

  Every now and then, we all experience pains…and this time – I am talking literal…not figurative for once. I like to think I am still relatively young but I am certainly not getting any younger-which I find that hard to accept at times… I am young at heart and plan to stay that way

Dark Poetry: King of Pain

King of Pain …With echoes of the haunted whispering in the breeze, I found myself hanging low, down on my knees, kneeling to a king who held the key to my prison, not allowing me to be free…. In his dark chamber, he sat, ruler of his throne, with a voice louder than thunder and

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

Poem: Prisoner to Pain

Prisoner to Pain The deep pull from within her soul, the feelings that got buried and locked away… Kept them from surfacing, so they couldn’t see the growing pain behind the glow in her loving eyes. The smile on her soft face, the ring in her joyful laughs, She hid every dark memory, to show