He listened

A poem dedicated to my best friend, Mainga

He listened (to Mainga Mas)

I was thriving on the last bit of
hope to retain my sanity.
I had lost my head, like 'John'
decapitated carelessly.
There was nowhere to hide cuz I
was running away from me.
That... That is when he came
along and listened attentively.

Every right thing I did was wrong.
The mockery that didn't kill me
neither made me strong.
I was chocking, unheard, in the
thicket of silence.
Then he came along and became
my audience.

Whom I was anymore, I could not
tell.
My heart was an emotional
cocktail,
Mixed feelings-smiles in the face
of agony.
But him, he listened to me.

The mirror always lied about
identity.
I peered through it, only to see
the 'me' I used to be.
I had an identity crisis becaused of
rejection.
My hope was about to wilt when
he came and watered me with
affection.

He spoke the words my heart
yearned to hear.
He breathed courage into my
empty soul and blew away my
fear.
I felt the sincere touch of a
helping hand,
When he walked by my side and
said, 'I understand.'

He was a haven. The tower in
which I hid,
He was everything, more than just
a friend in need.
He was the Jonathan to my David-
he stuck with me.
He never let me go. To my Ruth,
he was Naomi.

Most people made life in school
everything-
From fun, to unforgettably
interesting.
But he made it a little more than
just enjoyable.
He was one of the few that made
it liveable.

To my Madness,
To my Absurdity,
To my Illusiveness
To my Naivety,
To my Glee,
To my Agony,
To me, he listened.

The care of a Mother.
Ulimbo-like Adherence.
His wisdom and Intelligence.
Very few could have been Nobler,
Just like few can identify with the
magnitude of my Gratitude.
He stands to this day, a man
Agreeable to my heart.

To my Magnificence,
To my Aspirations,
To my Innocence,
To my Notions,
To my Goodness,
To my Awareness,
he listened.

To my Manner,
To my Authority,
To my Inner,
To my Neutrality,
To my Guesses,
To my Assertiveness,
To me, he listened.

To my Mayhem,
To my Apologies,
To my Insults,
To my Noise,
To my Girlishness,
To my Aggressiveness,
To me, He listened.

To my Mediocrity,
To my Arguments,
To my Insanity,
To my Nonsense,
To my Greed,
To my Arrogance,
To my every word, he listened.

Some Motivated me,
Some Adviced me,
Some Inspired me,
Some Normalized me, but-
He Gave more. He gave me what I
was looking for . He gave me the
heed that most never did. He
listened.
And the best part is that:
Even as I'm 'talking' right now,
I know that he's listening
somehow.


Keeps Smiling