#birthday

In the dawn of July's bright morn,
Chaedam woke, feeling worn.
No grand plans, no festive cheer,
Just the weight of another year.

Pockets empty, dreams on hold,
A birthday tale, often told.
No lavish feast, no grand parade,
Just the silence, where joy once played.

With heavy heart, and weary soul,
Chaedam walked, to find control....