one word [chaos]

(ref: here)

Charismatic, though she was,
she never knew the simple cause
of problems, her elegant gause
to ignore, putting her life on pause

Harmonious, she tried to be,
seeking surcease from reality,
and instead of patience, mostly
she was frustrated and finally,

As anger filled her tangled breast,
she finally let tide fall and rest;
with patience borne of crying caressed,
she stood quiet still, ache leaving chest

Order seemed a mirage, a fake,
as time, it seemed to bend and shake,
and thousands of problems true,
beset milady, violently blue.

Slowly, the problems grew dim,
as she released assumptive whim,
and grew appreciative of truth without pride
and, being released, sat and cried