escape

All it takes is one small opening, and one small opportunity.

Just underneath the straw in my cell I found a hatch door.

My means of escape was always available to me. I just hadn’t seen it yet.

My captors are busy playing their games, planning their next move, unaware that I have found my means of escape and made mine!

I must make a plan. But I have no idea how to implement it. All I know is that I must escape. But I need to be clear how. And when.

I felt like a slave for years. Like I said, I tried to ignore the fact. Then I tried to change the circumstances. Finally I had to admit I was enslaved. I had to liberate myself.

But I still needed to know exactly when. I asked for perfect clarity on when I was to make my decision, and I would act on it immediately.

So many things had to be aligned. Like colossal planets. Everything had to be perfectly in line. And I knew exactly what had to be in line.

I waited.

Then one day it happened. I knew just as clear as I ever knew anything. It was time! Immediately. I was done! Done with my slavery.

No time to hesitate. Like the exodus, hastily at night carrying nothing.

So I took a deep breath. I lifted the hatch door. And I slipped away. I stole away as suddenly as a light goes out. I slipped out of bondage like I slip out of my clothes.

Then I was gone. Never to return.

Escaped.

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