(a prose poem
[and invocation to some deities of my personal figurative pantheon])
I call upon Aurelius! for the discipline, courage, and pragmatism I desperately need. Help me to reflect, as did you.
I call now upon Janeway! I pray: please grant me some of your poise and strength. That I might do what needs to be done, with the clarity to succeed. I love you, ma’am. (Oh, we’re in a crunch.)
I call upon Brody Dalle, remind me of the beauty possible even in pain, my goddess.
Also I call on Epicurus, ancient, straight forward, and wise. Help me remember, oh Founder of the Garden, help me to remember that pain can be a deferment for good things. It is a cost of continued living. In this too, Aurelius I ask of you, speak the scale of the observable universe into my soul.
And finally, I call upon Starlight Glimmer and Sunset Shimmer, my favorite ponies/pastel-magic-school-girls: help me to forgive myself of my past mistakes. (I work so hard to correct them.) Remind me to be open, pony-like.
I beg of y’all to aid me that I might survive this.