There's no wrong way out of a trap
Some of you were never inside the trap in the first place, and I'm happy for you. A little envious, but glad you never got stuck inside.
Some of you saw the trap for what it was immediately, and just walked out the door while it was still open to invite you in. I really envy you. I wish I'd had the sense to do that. Still, I'm happy for you too.
But me, I was born and raised inside. All my friends were there, all my family were there, it was the only place I knew. And it looked scary outside, and it was familiar inside. The four walls of the church looked like home, a safe place with barriers to keep out the predators. I even called out to those of you on the outside to come in where there was food and company and shelter.
And by the time I finally realized it was a cage and the predators were INSIDE, I was too deeply enmeshed in the snares to readily escape. My very heartstrings were intertwined with the wires of the trap.
In the end I had to chew off and sever parts of myself in order to get out. And that hurt like Hell.
But those wounds heal. And as someone once told me on the inside: It's better to escape the trap and enter into life with a missing limb, than to fall into endless torment with all your appendages still attached.
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