This year has been another Odyssey,
A long, hard journey,
Littered with pitfalls
And monsters leading to pain and despair
With only care for themselves and profit.

So many paths,
So many choices,
And no clear answer on which leads to safety,
Which leads out of Scylla's deathly claws.

The uncertainty,
The fear of being trapped in Charybdis's whirlpool forever,
Forever searching for a way out,
But never finding one,
Is overwhelming and terrifying.

By Aeolus's gift of wind,
The chance to regain what was lost,
Was finally in sight.

The monsters which had intensified the journey,
Were finally gone,
Nowhere to be found,
Only Athena dared show her face.

The promise of help and hope
Was like food to a starving man,
Pure joy and the craving for life.

The moment of
The release from Poseidon's wrath,
The escape from Scylla,
The liberation from Charybdis,
Was pure, unadulterated joy.