She Was Otis

She was a strong individual, she had her beliefs, she knew where she stood. She was the reaction to bracing a cold hard wind in winter, she was the strength of a fallen rock. She was the murmur in a heartbeat that would not give up, she was like a feather among the edges and she held herself up like a sunflower reaching to the sun. She kept her soul pure, though it appeared dark to others. She would not falter under words, she would not fall from sticks and stones, she would not back down when she knew who she was. She was a saint to the damned and a sinner to the holy. She was something that made my head ache and my heart yearn. She was who I wanted to be, she was who I had become.

She was my angel, she was my soul, she was everything I wanted to hold.

She was Otis.