I was hiding in a little room,
In a land that spoke in strange tongues.
You extended a hand, dragged me to light,
And taught me those new, twisted words,
Not by bringing in scholars or masters.
You just spoke soft enough, slow enough,
That I saw them in a different way,
And finally stopped being afraid.
The mirror was showing me such monsters.
Before you, I never realized that
It was actually only broken.
You didn’t tell me that, but I saw you
Looking into it once, and you
Angled yourself in such a strange way,
Something I never saw anybody do.
So I tried the same, and I found
The little smooth part of the glass,
And suddenly I was beautiful too.
You never changed anything,
But that didn’t stop you
From changing everything for me.
You never did anything,
But that didn’t stop things
From happening to me anyway.
You don’t have to have done something.
It’s just the way you are,
And what I understood of what you are,
And just a whole lot of luck in between.
So through no fault of your own,
My life is better for having met you.
Thank you. For your simple existence.