I didn't get it, but now I can see

that there's a way out.
that there's a way out.



It's a process.
Like peeling an onion.
Epiphanies come and go.
Some stay.
Some are fleeting, buried beneath.
Only coming into full understanding
as layers are shed
revealing the purity of
your own essence
beneath
all the crap
you've accumulated over the years.
All the lies you believed about
yourself
and
the
world
in order to fit
into
someone
else's
agenda.

The prison is self-imposed.
Open the door and be free.