Unwearied Soul Poem by Houda Boukassoula

Fire and the butterfly
Remind me of your words and I
As glare never wearies a butterfly
I feel unable to keep away
Though I definitely know
I'll be burning under way
In the dark your words glow
Showing me that though
Thorny bushes in the path way
Will make me suffer and bleed
They will teach my soul in need
How to plant the patience seed
How I have to water it and weed
Until I quench my thirst without greed.