I am happy you’re alive. <br /> <br />I want you to see and feel love, <br />even from one stranger to another, <br />see that I have an honest love for you. <br />I think you were a gift to the wrong people. <br />You’ve hopped along unsteady stones <br />and now your socks are wet. <br /> <br />If you’ll allow it, please, <br />let me take your troubles upon myself. <br />I cannot unstep your steps, <br />though I can point to the rocks that are solid and sound. <br />I’ll help you <br />show them you are better than what they see, <br />than what you see, <br />to be as perfect as I see your heart is. <br />(And, ah, such a heart! <br />Your blood is not poison.) <br />I see you and I know that <br />I am looking at wonderful. <br /> <br />I am happy you’re alive. <br /> <br />Here—put on dry socks, <br />and sit by this fire I’ve made for you.<br /><br />Chris Graham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-stranger-i-truly-care-for/
