Before Birthday Blues

In the quiet of twilight, a grey mood descends,
Monday’s my birthday, where joy feels like ends.
Once sparkled with laughter, now shadows infringe,
A clouded reflection, emotions on the fringe.

Yet deep in the silence, there’s comfort to find,
A moment of stillness, a chance to unwind.
For grey hues can soften the edges of light,
And maybe Monday, I’ll find my way bright.