Soundboard

I need a soundboard,

But in reality it's a person,

Who is there to sit in front of me,

And listen to me,

Without interrupting,

Just staring,

Processing,

Inhaling,

Digesting,

Every word I say.

Every word, I mean it,

Giving every word the attention it deserves,

And responding,

In his most honest and real way,

To hold my hand and to walk me through,

Shrugging off all the doubts,

Hugging me with confidence,

Across the labyrinth of my mind.