Your Voice and Mine

Your Voice and Mine

Your voice and mine, 

Sounding different but still the same. 

Saying things that echo through both our hearts,

We recognise shared pain. 

I am heartbroken, you say. 

Grieving over loss and death,

Sorrowful and downcast, 

Life holds no joy. 

I am angry, you say, 

Ashamed of wanting change, 

Trapped and resentful,

Life holds no joy. 

I am hurt, you say,

Betrayed by those you love, 

Neglected by those who should have loved you, 

Life holds no joy. 

I am invisible, you say, 

Disrespected and unheard, 

Feeling worthless and small, 

Life holds no joy. 

I am lonely, you say, 

Not just alone or solitary, 

But lonely in a crowd, 

Life holds no joy. 

I am dead, you say, 

Alive in body, but dead of soul, 

Life holds no meaning,

Life holds no joy. 

Your voice and mine, 

Sounding different but still the same. 

Saying things that echo through both our hearts,

We recognise shared pain. 

What if I told you I have felt the same, 

I know what you mean, 

I, too, have lived the joyless life, 

And yet life holds hope? 

I have been heartbroken, angry, hurt, invisible, lonely, dead, and much more.

I am you. I made it through. 

Life holds hope. 

Are you comforted?

Are you encouraged? 

Are you uplifted?

Life holds hope. 

Your voice and mine,

We sing the same song.

I know the words, let me lead you,

A song of hope.

Pavitar Kaur Gill

21/08/21

Dedicated to my clients whose struggles echo mine echoes theirs.