"Boom"

The sounds in the near distance were loud and fueled with bass

Echoing through the neighborhood turning me into a basketcase

Just as if thunder and lightning were filling the air

Instead, it was colorful sparks that caused me to willingly stare

A holiday in the past that kept me hiding behind closed doors

Or if I was perfectly honest, more like passed out on my bedroom floor

Afraid of the noise and fearful of the lack of rules surrounding the flame

Typing this now, makes me feel incredibly lame

Just another example of how fear kept me trapped within my own head

Not really living in my overwhelmingly constant state of dread

Yet, this year feels different... I know I have said that before

But I genuinely am excited for a life that is sober and real to my core

They call it Independence Day

I really can't disagree...

It's just a different type of freedom this July for me!