Sorry to hear about your "Chairloss", but you can have this poem. I wrote it after reading about your amazement at how calm you were while being pissed at your H at the same time. I hope everyone can relate to it.
The Garden Within
I timidly began a journey to search for my soul In it I traveled through the years looking each place Investigating every dark crevice for signs Inquired to wise souls whom I thought could help Inward, not out, was where worn trails led Incubation of thoughts, desires, beliefs, myself Incessant weeding of youth’s naive clutter Inch by inch a richly planted garden was revealed Instantly I knew it was the seeds from my own pockets
