Coming to Terms

riding high upon my dream...i feel elated
i am content with myself...slowly finding a friend
accepting who i am...liking what i see
knowing i will still have my bad moments
coming to terms with me

it wasn't an easy road to reach where i'm at today
and by a long shot i still have a ways to go
but i'm beginning to accept...i am even liking me
doesn't matter anymore if anyone else does
coming to terms with me

learning to be comfortable with myself
amazed sometimes at what i it really me
expanding my horizons beyond myself
trying not to withdraw...accepting when i do
coming to terms with me

not worried anymore what other's will think
coming to terms with who and what i am
im not so bad after all...just a little eccentric
i can live with that concept of me...can you
coming to terms with me

mary etta metcalf's picture

i write out of love for words....the style i use is free verse, where i can create who i am..., i began writing while i cared for my mother, who had alzheimers, as a form of therapy for me....when she died, the poetry stayed with i write about and some dark poetry....where ever my fancy seems to be at the time....i use my personal knowledge and experiences with a lot of them, i am a very private person who enjoys my animals, my grandchildren, my children, when they let me, and the love of my life., several of my poems have appeared in the Taj Mahal Review and some anthologies....i have written three books of poetry, my first was my therapy book, all the poems i had written while caring for my mother called "When There Are Dragons There is Alzheimers". my second book "Through the Maze of Life" was the start of my growth, my third and most recent book is called "Thoughtful Whispers" poems of a growing website is

Last updated August 10, 2011