My Thirteenth Poem

As I stood in front of that dark hall of fears,
Sorrow and sadness brought me to tears.
As I stared down it, I could hardly stand,
The floor, hard, I hit as I land.
I sat on the floor, soflty weeping,
This feeling, I felt slowly creeping.
Then I looked up, the darkness was no more,
And my body felt a little less sore.
For what I saw whem my eyes adjusted,
Was an angel, certainly to be trusted.
She showed me how to enjoy my life,
And lose focus on all its strife.
No I don't know her origin,
Only that she cares what happens within.