MY INDEPENDENCE DAY
I wake to choices, mine to make,
No predetermined path to walk,
No scripted lines I have to talk.
This Fourth of July I celebrate
Not just a nation's founding date,
But my own revolution won
The day I chose to be someone
The neighbors whisper, "Strange," they say,
"Why live so differently this way?"
But their approval never fed
The hunger growing in my head.
My heartbeat sets the only pace,
My dreams determine every space,
Where independence isn't just
A word—it's oxygen and trust.
Some nights the freedom feels too wide,
Some days I question what I've tried,
But then I breathe my own sweet air
And know I'm finally living where
This is my declaration loud:
I've broken free from every crowd,
These walls are mine, this life is real,
And no one else can make me kneel.
Copyright © Christen Foster | Year Posted 2025
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