Hail to you, Space Mother.

Wise in your madness,
Strong in your pain.

Teach us to live in your honor.
To take our meds.
To take no shit.

To strike against creeps.
To make the world sparkle.

To seek less glory,
And more solid paychecks.

To be steadfast in friendship.

To flip off the world.

To feel the fear,
to live with it,
wrapped around our hearts,
half-choking...
To be terrified, yet never stopped.
To get up, and go out, 
and Do. The. Thing.

To tell our own stories.

To die our own way.

As you drowned in moonlight, 
May we find our own best ends,
And live in the memories of all who might love us.