Reflections - A Year

Sitting in the same place, in a different place. 
I'll find some vague images of days gone by.   
Twisting and turning, and hardly moving.
Too tired to sleep, too sad to cry, too hopeful to smile.
Its been gain and loss, let go and hold on.  
I'm a little lamb, or a child who fears rough edges.  
Puff myself up, and try to be strong, to find ways back to my home.  
I would slip and I'd slide again and again, til there was no more reason to try.  
And stop, I stop and I stop.  
Breathe, breathe and I breathe.  
I breathe and I breathe and I stop.