Her pocket is filled with money that jingles

And none that folds

I.O.Us stack high in her savings account

Her wallet is padded with due dates

Bleeding red with urgency

She closes her eyes

And need yells her name

Her mind searches for the power button

To shut down the bane of her existence

She goes to that corner in her mind

To meet with that being

That being that quells her troubled soul

Comforting her during the torrential rains from the hovering storm

It tells her,

Seconds turn to minutes

Minutes turn into hours

Hours turn into days

And I will be with you every step of the way

My strength is limitless

And my way never fails

So, follow my footsteps

For surely you will prevail