mirrors to windows

I know no one except through their passions.
Wrong.
I know no one except through how they express their passions.
Wrong.
I know no one except through how well they can express their passions.
Yes.

There are those of us who are lost, or meek, or afraid.
And we are not known. People see our reflections.
If we are lucky, they see a glimmer of who we are.

My passion is for them.
To learn ways to pull back the curtain.
And to always seek to turn the mirrors into windows.