Dear Hero

I foremost extend this apology before the impact of my sentiment.

For, by reason, I predict the chance of inflicting you with my resentment.

When the fact is that, I am obsessed with the idea of loving and celebrating your honor.

I understand that I am conflicted.

It's complicated to convey the compliment you are owed.

When my heart is occupied with complaints of old.

I project my infliction when adoration is my intention.

I anticipate you in full idolatry, without contemplating your trajectory.

How could I be so pretentious in consummation.

And at peace with my presumption?

I find myself isolated within the enclaves of my battered emotions.

Where behind layers of façades is a lonely soul-seeking your devotion.

Is not my distressed position worthy of your impressive intervention.

I often stand in my truth beneath the pressure of supposition.

Am I being crushed by perception when reality is defined by nobility and excellence?

Can you not see that I am but the sure of this human experience?

I contemplate the meaning of you, as I stride towards the definition of truth.

Is it sacrilege for a martyr to seek a savior?

Am I maniacal, or just manacled to human behavior?

Hero, I pray that you exist.

As I persist I shall remain vigilant for your intervention.

May intuition spur your compulsion and beg your rendition.

Michael Bell