Through it all

When, through it all, she sinks into a place
where reason has no conscience, just a rhyme
that she can follow, as a girl might chase
butterflies and rainbows; every time,
they prove fruitless, some fool may tease
her with a misdirection - loss of trust
would deny her place - and all her ease;
She gives him thanks because she knows she must,
despite demands of others - let them wait
and feed their discords on a weaker soul;
She'll have no time for them - she'd hesitate
to tell them where to go - she has a role,
though all the seasons; and one she'll recall
when she sinks into place, yes, through it all...