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se sentir délaissé

se sentir seul

des sentiments qui s'étirent

se sentir à la fin

se sentir que c'est le temps

une force ultra qui mène

se sentir vaincu

personne ne saura comprendre

le jour qu'ils feront face à la réalité

I've always found it peculiar

How people categorize pain,

Comparing theirs with mine,

And concluding mine's worse.

But the way I see it, pain feels

The same no matter what brings

It about, there're no distinctions

To be made about it, pain is pain.

I always find it very disturbing

How people dismiss theirs when

They find out about mine, as if

What they feel isn't legitimate,

Or isn't as severe in comparison ;

As if their feeling pain is misplaced

And completely unwarranted 'cause

No horror stories exist to back it up. 

But I completely disagree.

The fact it's there is the most

Relevant part, not how it got

There.  Pain is pain. Period.

Mine isn't worse than yours.

Please don't say that, makes me

Feel like you're tossing yourself

Aside as if you didn't matter...

How we got here doesn't figure in,

We all know how it feels is all.

It was nice to talk through things with you,

For the first time in my experiences, I felt you

Could not only listen, you actually understood

Everything I presented your way about my life.

Everything you ever said to me in our conversations

Was always thoughtful, and evidently intelligent, like

I'd never encountered before meeting you.  Not once

Did you ever give me platitudes as a response, and

Not once did I ever feel disrespected in any manner.

It was so impressive the way you summarized back

To me what I talked to you about, how you filled in what I

Didn't fully express in the exact words I was looking for...

You cared, and you actually understood what I was

Going through.  Talking with you was so interesting,

And it pushed my thoughts to consider further than

Its sphere and see where my troubles were in control.

You helped me pinpoint where the fights were coming

From, and how I adapted according to my experiences,

It made facing the fears less of an unknown

And allowed me to gain a way to manage them.

Sincerely, thank you for all of your help,

I will forever cherish our conversations.

And thank you for using your talent for being there

For others, our time together changed much for me.

I feel lucky to have had the chance to talk with you.

Let's forget what holds down

Forge ahead despite the ghosts

We're better than this story

They fight hard to hold us to

Truth is what traces our path

And safeguards us on the way

It doesn't matter what they say

We know who we really are

Some day we'll be free, dear,

We won't fall out of the frame

And our resolve will prevail

No one will be able to stop us

We'll be the rightful victors

Out of this tormenting narrative

They won't see us coming at all

We'll blow them out of the fray

You watch and see

That day's coming soon

It's kind of funny the way we came to be.

At the time, I'd given hope on love,

And was certainly not looking either...

You, you were kind of roaming aimlessly

Without any specific plans in mind, but

Kids or cats were definitely not in the cards.            (I have both)

I was a right mess, things weren't going well,

But we naturally reached out to each other,

And so from Spain you flew over to Québec.

And we met in person for the first time,

Our having clicked online wasn't an illusion,

It was instant in person from the moment

We laid eyes on one another.

Can't say what it was exactly,

But we just knew then.

Twenty years later, here we are,

As loving and caring to one another.

I really don't know what I'd done

Had we not had this chance meeting

On PoetBay all those years ago.

It's funny how unlikely all of it seems,

But that's how it happened.

For eight months, we spoke online,

Then we met, we couldn't be apart.

It wasn't part of any plan and

It was completely unexpected, but

Here were are, twenty years later.

You're my love,

And I'm yours,

I'll forever be grateful

We had the chance to meet.

As I've let you know,

Summer days coming

Is a really happy time

For me as it's time to

Take my e-scooter out.

With my mobility issues,

This equipment helps me

Get around less painfully.

I abolutely love my e-scooter,

But came time to replace it

'Cause its lack of suspension

Was becoming a bit too much

On my body, cracks or bumps on

Roads reverberated up my spine.

So found a cross between an

E-scooter and an e-bike with

Suspension, and although it

Looks a little funny, it works

Very well, I couldn't be happier.

It's so great to be able to move.

Si je suis si unique,

spéciale et si gentille,

pourquoi se fait-il

que je suis si peu

entourée et si seule ?

Quelle contradiction !

Of course I understand,

But it doesn't prevent me

Having feelings about it.

Of course it's not your fault,

But still, I have to deal with

The consequences it brings.

What I want or need always

Cannot be met as-and-when

Because we're stuck with this.

They must be put on hold,

And so, I'm left on the side

Waiting until it gets better.

Of course I understand,

But this is hard to deal with

Because it'll never get better.

And as everyone, I feel...

And like always, everyone's

Needs come before my own.

And I just have to accept it.

Qu'est-ce que je peux faire?

Il n'y a absolument rien

Et il n'y a personne non plus

Aucune solution possible

Autre que de subir et être aux

Prises avec cette détérioration

Tout en la vivant en silence

Pour ménager leur inconfort

Vécu face à l'impuissance

Un double tranchant qui

Intensifie le mal de vivre

Perpétuant cet isolement

Qu'est-ce que je peux faire?

C'est une situation sans issue

Et sans résolution valable

Tout le monde se sent mal

Ne sachant trop quoi dire

Et ce silence résonne fort

Aucun blâme pour cette réaction

N'empêche qu'elle m'affecte, car

Déranger est loin de mes intentions

En tout cas, je pose la question

Même si je sais rien ne peut être

Fait, la situation est ce qu'elle est

Juste un autre chapitre de misère

Qui s'ajoute aux autres précédents

Ma vie a toujours connu la souffrance

C'est une constante permanente

Et je ne suis pas surprise qu'elle

M'accompagnera jusqu'à la fin

Et comme depuis le début de tout

Je devrai l'affronter par moi-même

Pour éviter de causer de la peine

Un double tranchant, très isolant

Les conséquences de la condition

Les conséquences de la réaction

Il n' y a rien à faire du tout

La situation est ce qu'elle est

Je n'ai aucun pouvoir pour la changer

Plus rien à dire

Ni même à offrir

Juste prête à partir

J'ai tant essayé

De tout réparer

Ce qu'ils ont brisé

Je n'ai pas réussis

À remonter ce défi

En temps, c'est fini

Pour toute liberté

Que j'osais espérer

Elle s'est volatilisée

Le jour que j'ai appris

Qu'il n'y aurait de sursis

Pour le reste de ma vie

Le tout a commencé

Dans un enfer non mérité

Et il finira aussi brimé

Malgré ce que j'ai tenté

Pendant plusieurs années

Pour vivre, pour me libérer

Mais là, plus rien à dire

Et vraiment plus rien à offrir

Je suis juste prête à partir

Je suis sincèrement désolée

Pas mon intention de t'affecter

C'est juste que là, c'est assez

Je n'ai plus l'énergie ni le désir

Si cela continue, ce sera le délire

J'ai besoin que ça en vienne à finir