Memory Box

I found 

prosperity

and a way of 

living infinitely 

I don’t mean anything 

having to do with money, 

I mean it about 

the butterflies 

I felt in the pit 

of my tummy

emerald is 

a green stone, 

a shade darker 

than jade

I let myself 

explore for a 

world that I’m 

comfortable in, 

so I’ve planted 

myself and stayed

I’m letting my 

roots overgrow 

even beneath 

the pesky weeds,

I grew a garden 

in this home

I've kept myself tucked 

away in a memory box 

under my 

bed before

I let it all out by 

scribbling in notebooks 

a candle burning

of cinnamon and sage, 

for hours on end, I 

could turn the page

and write about

anything while

drinking 

green tea, 

this is where I 

always wish to be

- Leah Rae