In the end, 
When I see my families faces
In my mind,
 I smile. 
The soft kind, 

The way people who 
Really know each other 
Smile after surviving a long day
Of the brakes catching fire.
Attached to a boat trailer, 
Flying down a
California mountain. 

The wayward lamb, 
Finds her own way 
Through the oceans,
quakes and lightning, 
We all face. 

The wayward lamb, 
Crawled through 
Muddy lava, 
Tore off the scabs until, 
New skin grew back. 

I can lay it all to rest 
In the end. 
I made it 
To the other side 
Of hell. 

I stand atop the mountains,
giggles of exhaustion, 
a life well lived. 

I have learned I love 
This life I have lived 
That is mine and
Mine alone it now is.