Ah,rebellious spirit wanting space
With my finger on the map I paced
I climbed Helvellyn, fell off Striding Edge
Spent a lifetime hanging off a ledge Meanwhile our kind teacher twittered on
Thomas Hardy, Hopkins., we were numb
She never mentioned she saw my escape
The way the nuns hurt me, the bitter rape
With my finger on the map I paced
I climbed Helvellyn, fell off Striding Edge
Spent a lifetime hanging off a ledge Meanwhile our kind teacher twittered on
Thomas Hardy, Hopkins., we were numb
She never mentioned she saw my escape
The way the nuns hurt me, the bitter rape
I slipped on High White Stones and almost dropped
My feet were dangling off the fearsome rocks
No-one knew for I was climbing last
Know me please but never learn my past
How quickly life has run since I could climb
Now I merely sit here draped in rhymes
How my heart sings 
That one is very strong.
The first stanza came to me when I was wriging a letter so I sent the letter.Then I realised I could make it into a poem.Thanks so much fpor your comment Syd.When I was 16 I nearly did fall of a rocky mountain side.
The other intriguing thing is I just wrote that letter without thinking but the verse had a meaning.That was my life for a long time.So not thinking can be good,Katherine