For most of this long and perilous trip,
Grandest feeling came following a lost grip.
The calm and balm felt after a frightful storm,
Cool breezes of tranquil aftermath, yet warm.
The fear, dread while in the mental tempest –
Thought of Ultimate quit, peeks into the abyss.
In its stead, the journey has evolved into a Joy;
Vanquishing terrors fallen to a rejoicing ploy.
Paralyzing moments – doom, gloom gone, rid,
Welcomed jubilation, newfound rest to bid.
The Great Orchestrator has placed a grin
On this spirit – heartened, ready for new begin.