Ordinary days can fool you into
believing that your life is depleted.
routine blurs the precious details, 
making it easy to overlook the 
quiet miracles unfolding around you.
Yet, even in the mundane, there is 
hidden beauty waiting to be noticed.

Who am I now? What do I do now?
My life is so different from what it 
used to be. I find myself standing at 
the threshold of what was and what is,
uncertain yet quietly brave. 
Old routines have scattered like leaves on the wind, 
and each day I sift through their absence,
discovering new fragments of myself 
in the quiet spaces. 
Transformation rarely announces itself 
with grandeur; it arrives in silences 
and subtle shifts, in the questions that echo within,
guiding me toward a self I am still
learning to recognize.

I am an observer of my own life.
Feeling detached makes a lonely ache inside me.
Often, I witness moments pass as if 
through a pane of glass, yearning to step closer 
but unsure how to cross the distance. 
Still, in that ache, there is a quiet hope 
that presence will one day return, 
reconnecting me to the beauty and 
meaning that persist, even when 
I cannot always feel them.

In dreams I work too hard, I hurry, 
I struggle and yet at the end I wake up tired 
in the quiet realization that the twisty fight 
was only in my mind

Sometimes, it feels as though my subconscious 
is trying to teach me lessons I can't grasp 
during waking hours. The exhaustion lingers, 
a gentle reminder that even in rest, 
my worries and desires persist, swirling 
beneath the surface. 
I realize that releasing these battles—
letting go just a little—
might bring me the peace I've been searching for.


By Diane E. Dockum
©April 20, 2026