A BRAIN AWRY She flows gracefully through the door back to see the doctor once more her third and last this week, we hope arms full of holes, from needle pokes A ritual learned well by now endures so much, I don’t know how hospital halls, we’ve walked them thin NICU, admitted again You see, they say, her brain’s awry must stop the seizures, before she dies the medicines, been through them all so far none work, we hit a wall Diets, surgeries, all have failed the cure for her, remains veiled but to give up or to relent we will not do, we will lament Until a cure, her brain made right no more seizures or hellish nights to live a life, as you or me for her to be, seizure free. I dedicated this poem to my beautiful daughter, Rose; she has the heart of a warrior! Written/Copyrights Retained by: O’Della Wilson AKA Alhavakia 2004 #InspireToAspire #WordsFromTheHeartForTheSoul #Poem #Poetry #ODellaWilson #Alhavakia PS. This one made W.D. Snodgrass' eyes well up, as it always does to mine. I wish he would have had the opportunity to meet my daughter. I know he would have loved her spirit.

HEAVEN'S DOOR Today I knocked on Heaven’s door As it was locked, just like before An Angel finally came to see To what I sought, on bended knee. The Angel asked, What brings you here? Dear child of earth, what do you fear? Stand up now please, I see your eyes They’re filled with tears, why do you cry? Upon my chin, her hand she placed As her wing passed, tears to erase A touch so soft, my cheeks now dry My heart’s heavy, that’s why I cry. I feel the weight, my world, too much I need to feel, my savior’s touch Such pain I feel, ready I am To meet my Lord, I come again. I said, you see, I’ve been before There’s many times, I’ve knocked this door But yet each time, no answer came Turned back to earth, each time in shame. That’s when I heard, the angel say Dear child you’ve erred, it’s not that way You see my Lord, told me convey His words to you, this very day. It’s not your time, to join him yet Your job on earth, do not forget Incomplete work, you have there still And this is why, not yet, his will. When work fulfilled, you shall return To join him here, no more to yearn Your work on earth, just a short while His home is yours, in time, dear child. Return now child, to what you must Our Lord’s promise, you must have trust All things to come, as meant to be Will be fulfilled eventually. When it’s the time, to be called back You’ll hear his voice, a knock to lack Just heed his call, as your name’s read For in his book, your name is said. So return now, fulfill his will Be mindful child, you know the drill Listen to hear, his voice to lure. No knock needed, on Heaven’s door. Copyright 2006 All Rights Retained and Reserved O’Della Wilson AKA Alhavakia Note from the author: We often don't realize the effects depression, despair or grief can have on our friends and loved ones. Teenagers are extremely vulnerable with peer pressure, blended family difficulties, and a battalion of other life circumstances. Even those who are hopeful and faithful can falter. You might have experienced this yourself as well. I would implore everyone - learn the warning signs, especially for the sake of our youths and elderly, whom can feel alone or neglected in this frenzied world. Take the time to really listen - listen to not only what is vocalized, but what is left unsaid. Pay close attention to the undertone. Sometimes we need only speak a few reassuring words to give new meaning or hope to someone whom might feel lost, misunderstood, or alone in this world. I promise you, you won't regret it and it will be time well spent. They might be the very person who turns out to save your life one day in the future. #TouchAnothersSoulToday #AspireToInspire #Poems #Poetry #ODellaWilson #Alhavakia #WordsFromTheHeartForTheSoul

This was written as part of the original "Poetry For Peace Project" in 2005, before the project got hijacked by liberal lunatics! This poem, along with several others, was on display in the White House, alongside the likes of Bill Clinton & the Dalai Lama. Oh, if only I could so effectively change this world! An award winning poem presented at the ISP and praised by W D Snodgrass. Plus One, My Poetry For Peace If I could change the world, with just the written word I'd put my pen to paper, start with, "all concurred" The world became "the people", total sum of all, plus one No nations to divide them, one language voices sung The voices sang of peace and love, no poverty or pain Words imprinted on each soul, no negatives remain Words of hope, compassion, opportunity, all heard My world is changing quickly, with just the written word. Pen put back to paper, moving faster with each stroke My poetry for peace begun, all words penned to invoke The words invoked our voices, all heard in harmony My pen is moving faster now, the world's a symphony. Inspired now my pen became much quicker than the eye Inscribing words, reality now changing on the fly. The world is being written as my pen moves on the page A perfect world appearing, evolving each new stage My world is now becoming as from past, was meant to be What made the change was plus one, the one you didn't see A total sum of all plus one, that voice, the difference made The voice choosing the words I write, including, "all forgave." Words like hate & anger, now words like faith & share No words of war or hunger, would remain on paper where Their negative effects could cause no harm, to even one Back to where it all began, where God had first begun. What had started, "all concurred" was actually a bridge The crossing over negatives, to reach his Godly ridge Where stood the light of that plus one, guiding every stoke The words I penned to paper now, words meant to invoke. The voice of that plus one we heard, guiding hand with pen With each & every written word, his promise he did send For'll the world now recognized the words I penned, not mine I am just an instrument, God's word, with gift of rhyme. Written/Copyrights Retained by: O'Della Wilson AKA Alhavakia ©January 29, 2005 All Rights Retained Always aspire to inspire. Hope can be given easily and freely, but when denied - can cost the world. #Poetry #Poems #PlusOne #WordsFromTheHeartForTheSoul #ODellaWilson #Alhavakia #BABB