A Loss with No Name

Thank you Joy!
Come join us!

There is a loss I cannot name
It is an empty cry
And the only thing my voice can speak is
I reach my hand into the dark of night
And no longer see myself
I wonder who I have truly become
And I can only utter
A sigh…
To the entire world,


  1. These are hard days to be living through. I feel this poem, this "why?"

  2. This really speaks of that midnight emptiness, Carrie, where you search for meaning in a maze of confusion...been there, too many times really, and you express it eloquently. Thanks so much for participating in the 55.

  3. Thank you Sherry and Joy. I had a hard time writing it, as simple as it is. I do enjoy participating at the 55!

  4. Way cool! Some very valid points! I appreciate you penning this article and also the rest of the site is really good.
    sober living los angeles


Post a Comment

"Our best thoughts come from others." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson