Why Is She A Flower? Poem by Peitho Enthermos

Why is she a flower,

If her soul's older than the redwood

or crazy like the sea?

Or subtle like no other,

or maybe it's just me!



Is she a flower,

If her lips are crooked and her eyes swollen with tears...?

When she sings songs of hope and screams in pain, no one hears.



If her beauty is on her skin, what does she gain?

Her hair is gold, but it falls like rain.



Why is she a flower?

An archetype, a history?

You don't have to answer or maybe you don't have the answer.

Don't worry, because it is just poetry.