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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

Yeah, you might be right,

I'm feeling pretty miserable.

I'm finding myself awake

At 2am or 3am again unable

To sleep 'cause my body is

In a storm of physical pain.

So, yeah, it's starting to get to

Me, I'm completely exhausted.

Not being able to sleep is putting

Me back in my past hell, 'cause

I'm too weak to ward it off then.

You're right, I'm totally miserable.

But, as you know, nothing can be

Done about that one, just got to

Get on with it as best as I can.

I'll be honest with you, I'm not

Sure for how much more time

I'll be able to withstand it, though.

Not to be melodramatic about it,

But everyone's got their limit.

The intensity of my pain has been

Increasing lately, and it's just the

Start.  No improvements in 8 years,

Only this progressive deterioration.

I can't begin to describe what my

Body feels like on a daily basis.

What it feels like to make simple

Movements, forget the less simple.

There isn't a moment any time in

My body where there isn't pain.

It's a constant whether I move or not.

After a while, it tends to get to me.

As I expressed a couple weeks ago,

Trying to not let despair settle in,

But it's kind of tugging at me and

Not wanting to let go, pulling hard...

And I'm in no shape for a battle.

Look, I don't know why

You would even think

That I would find it sexy

Or remotely charming

To receive your 'dick pic'.

You think there's a girl out

There who looks at that

And finds it beautiful?

Sorry to burst your bubble,

But no one finds it is at all.

I don't want to see that,

It's a big zero for attraction.

Come on, man, is that the

Best way to court a girl

That you can come up with?

Sorry for my unbridled bluntness,

But that's so incredibly stupid

And so far from impressive.

It's difficult to believe that you

Think that'll even be successful.

Sending your 'dick pick' my

Way only tells me you're an idiot

Who is incapable of intellectual

Reflection and decent interactions

With others, a poor impression.

So, yeah, not going to happen,

Keep your 'dick pics' to yourself.

Osti de cornet, as we'd say here.

It's hard to imagine anyone thinking

It's a good idea to send pics like that.

Seriously, man, reevaluate things.

A knock on the door came one afternoon,

So I opened it.  Standing there was a

Youngish man and a middle-aged woman

With a clipboard, so I waited for them to

Offer their explanation for being at my door.

They introduced themselves as partisans

Of the Parti Marxiste-Léniniste du Québec,

And they were wondering if they could count

On my support at the upcoming elections.

Honestly, I had to ask them to repeat that...

Communism in Québec?  Marx and Lenin, what?

But these people were actually serious about

This, must admit I found it very surprising.

It's not exactly something you hear about,

Well, certainly not in my entourage, anyway.

To each their own, for sure, but wow... Lenin? 

A killer of millions, a harbinger of suffering,

Why on earth would I even consider his ideas?

That's simply ridiculous, I can't view it any

Other way, so you can definitely count me out.

But as I always do in these circumstances, I did

Not answer their question, only told them that

It's not a topic I wish to discuss with them and bid

Them well.  They were clearly a bit thrown off by

That, and attempted to insist, but I said we're done.

I'm not a political gal, but come on... 

What a strange hope to aspire to for Québec.