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Interminable – Explanation:

When something or someone is new in my life, I never want to let it go. It’s fun, exciting, and the thrill seems like it will never end.

But, it does.

The new…consistently becomes…the old. The children…consistently become…the adults. And when it comes to living with me (because I can’t change that), I’ve seen the same habits, stories, and issues happen over and over again. It’s sickening. When will I get better? When will I be the person I want to be…always perfect…good at everything…amazing in every way? When will I be someone new?

I have distracted from myself with movies, lovers, and life-changing experiences…but those all became old too. I will find myself “going through the motions” after a while. And, at that point, It is glaringly obvious that I am back with the same old me.

But, hold on, isn’t there something beautiful hidden in everything that appears gloomy? For example, I will always be the one I get to come home too. So, why not spruce the place up?

I can make it a nice home to come back to: Encouraging. Loving. Kind.

I can find new life in my failures: Resilience. Positivity. Growth.

I can finally be around someone who thinks the person I am right now is enough and is actually pretty frickin cool: Imperfect. No expectations. Observing my strengths.

This poem is the transition from self-loathing to self-love. It is the transition from being a malleable commodity to a pretty sweet human being with many strengths and imperfect qualities. I am working my way towards becoming enough for me.