Cherry Miorrison was part of an Arts Council England supported project run by the 1in3 Project (It`s Our Right) at Gatis Community Space in Wolverhampton.

On 3rd November Cherry joined other local artists and survivors of domestic abuse at the Clarendon Hotel in Wolverhampton to share their inspiring stories.

Cherry Morrison was born and spent her younger days in Handsworth. She loves music, the arts and being creative. Since surviving a serious assault in 2012, Cherry refuses to stay quiet and speaks out about 1 in 3 Gender Based Violence and related subjects.

Cherry is passionate about this subject and feels that by talking about what happened behind her closed doors and why she stayed that people will gain a better understanding of this abuse and get out before things escalate. Cherry studied at Cambridge as part of the IPeace restorical justice project.

Cherry finished teaching to pursue a career in music and the arts. She believes that this aspect of her life provides therapy for her to cope with Complex PTSD. Cherry has her hands in many pies. She sings, songwrites, writes poetry, co manages a band and is working on some large projects. Cherry is writing several books. Look out for them. She still lives in Birmingham with her children, grandchildren and no cats. 

                                                   Soul release 

(From Gatis Community Space when l came for the first time - Just a snippet)

The butterfly. O my o my.

What a beautiful butterfly.

I chase after her,

She's beautiful you see.

Oh my Gosh,

She looks really posh,

Wings, all purplely

and shiny and gold.

She stands out really bold.

Just floating around,

In this garden full of colours

and spread of green ground.

I wonder if l caught her.

Would she want to stay.

I want her to land in the palm of my hand.

But l think no.

I also want her to go

I can actually see

she wants to be free.

As she flitters and fluts and flies away from me.

I continue to follow and to my sorrow.

The butterfly flies away.

So much higher than me.

Could l catch her, If l ran, as fast l can.

As she, flies away from my eye.

As she flies through the air.

I go back to my chair.

And a think back to one of the times.

When l almost gained mine.

I was caught in your palm.

What you caused was just harm.

Pulled off my wings,

Always kept out of view.

Cause you wanted me, to love only you.

I'm told that the butterfly and a few other things,

Cannot see colour...the shape or the beauty of their wings.

As l look at these people.

I see their beauty and full souls abound,

And wonder lf they see it too.

Some of us have been caught.

Gone from a hundred to nought.

And for some it's just hard to bounce back.

Still trying to escape, the grasp of a snake

and the trauma bonds that we didn't cause.

We need a soul reset and we're getting it here.

Free from clipped wings and no fear.