Coming to Terms by Mary Etta Metcalf

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 see…is 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

End of the poem

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