2021, alone, bipolar, cannabis is medicine, covid19, depression, grief, life after death, manic, mental health, microdosing, pandemic, perseverance, plant medicine, poetry, suicidality, this widow's life, widowed
this late at night
at this time of year
there are some very dark stretches of route nine heading north to home
so dark that i could turn off my headlights
there are very few other cars
i could drift into nothingness
the road ahead opens its maw
promising to swallow me whole.
it could be done.
this void within my chest swells
my brain reels
this is a thing I know, now, filed away.
Published by thesaltywidow
I became a widow 13 September, 2017 at 5:09pm.
This is how I cope, how I have always coped.
For better and for worse.
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