No Power In The Verse Can Stop Me NaPoWriMo 2025

Perhaps I see myself as Odysseus 
Casting off on great adventures,
Desperate to make something of myself 
And yet, falling into situations, 
Attempting to prove how worthy I am

A short trip to the sea becoming a full-blown odyssey 
While the chapters and pages of life keep turning.

Maybe my toxic trait is fully believing that yes,
I could outwit the cyclops, and resist the sirens call
Or would never have actually been captured at all…

Perhaps a little fear is a good thing 
Perhaps a youth spent diving into myths 
Has prepared me for this world of immense weirdness, 
With mountains to climb 
Monsters to slay 
And, at the end of the day, home.