I have left behind the

spring in my step

clambering over rocks

the triumph of hilltops

I have left behind questions

not worth an answer

niggles and annoyances

and petty people

I have left behind memories

that don’t belong in today

and clutter my brain

like too many papers

I have left behind vanity

that made me mind

what people thought

become more me

© Liz Mackenzie