Sometimes She Forgets

Sometimes She Forgets

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Sometimes she forgets what she wants.

 

She’ll leave a bit of it on the beach, half buried in beige wrinkled sand, forever discarded like a lost pair of sunglasses. Only when she is safe and sound, miles from the shore and waist deep in monotonous moments, will she realize her chest is lighter, that there is an empty space where all her other pieces slide around and jostle for the extra leg room.

She’ll search for it, casually at first, because she must have simply left it upstairs. But then the panic grows and she tears apart the house, the yard, the car, running through each hidden crevice into which it could have crawled. When the hours fold into one another and all resources have been exhausted, she crumples onto the feather bed, despondent, fear pasting over her eyes because now she’ll have to live with a diminished fire in her heart, no passion fueling her drive. It is a fate worse than death and she’ll curse her forgetfulness and rue that second on the beach when she tossed one last look behind her and blinked when her sight scanned the tall, shimmering grass that held her desire and all she saw was the crystal case of the ocean.

Sarah Rennicke

Sarah Rennicke loves words. She also loves people. And she loves weaving them together in honest and vulnerable ways. She loves slowing down and listening to the heartbeats of this world, exploring the hidden hopes and deepest fears tucked away in souls. She believes that God created imagination to truly see His handiwork, and that we are all desiring to be seen, known, and loved.

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