EMPOWERMENT POEMS

THE STRENGTH TO BREATHE

By Peter Gracey 

The greatness in me is yet to come,
As long I have the strength to breathe.
To know myself and to know my worth,
Is to know my God indeed.
 

There’s no such thing as “I Can’t”;
There’s no such thing as fear.
Only False Evidence Appearing Real,
And the ones who do not care.
 

I will lean not to my own understanding,
And find what my purpose serves.
And trust in God and not in man,
While I experience my time on earth.
 

I am balanced and I am focused,
I was born to first follow then lead.
I will only love and never judge,
As long as I have the strength to breathe.

 THE PERFECT DAY

By Peter Gracey

I’ve always thought to myself,

This is the perfect day to die,

The perfect day to give birth,

The perfect day to cry.

The perfect day to win,

The perfect day to lose,

God has made a perfect day,

So who am I to choose?

The perfect day to blaspheme,

The perfect day to lie,

I am  the perfect of the imperfect,

To fix my imperfections, it’s the perfect day to try.

The perfect day to right my wrongs,

And the failures to retry,

The perfect day to lose your wings,

The perfect day to fly.

The perfect day to end,

The perfect day to begin,

The perfect day to love,

The perfect day to sin.

The perfect day to take the blame,

The prefect day to accuse,

God has made the perfect day,

Who am I to choose?

HELL ON MY SHOULDERS

By Peter Gracey

There’s nowhere left to run,

There’s nowhere left to hide.

With hell resting on my shoulders,

And heaven standing by my side.

Intentions driving my thoughts,

Habits repeating themselves.

No matter how I think it’s hard,

For sure it’s harder on someone else.

Now self and the past has become one,

Realizing there’s nowhere to run.

The harder it gets and the more tears I shed,

The more numbing it becomes.

With hell sitting on my shoulders,

And heaven by my side.

I’ll walk with faith and not by sight,

With Heaven by my side.

Now faith in what? Is the question,

Burdened with Calvary’s across.

Never knew how to stop running,

Till I brushed my shoulders off. 

MASTERING MYSELF

By Peter Gracey

Suddenly I have realized that I have past the worst,

Now understanding the importance of understanding me first.

And to care and to caress and to understand myself,

Controlling my thoughts, to control myself.

Knowing “but” is not an option, as confident as can be

Mastering the art of mastering myself

Amen – So mote it be! 

FREE (F)

By Peter Gracey

Feeling Free isn’t a Far Fetched Feat,

To Find Freedom Focus is First.

Have a Fearless Fixation on Finding yourself,

And Freedom will Find you First.

THE RIVERS OF LIFE

By Peter Gracey

I don’t have a purpose,

But I hope everyone else do.

Life it itself is the purpose to me,

No goals nor ambitions too.

Like rivers flowing naturally,

Competition’s not a thing for them.

No ambitions nor goals to where they should be,

But the ocean is where it all ends.

Overflowing with water on their banks,

Will determine how hard they go.

Not from a purposed influence,

No need to move fast nor slow..

Like a river overflowing on the banks,

So my creativity overflows.

No conditions just meditation within myself,

It’s in my heaven where results will show.

Overflowing always with creativity,

It’s free to enter my show.

No need for rewards no need for praise,

Life is all I know.