Pulled out of the Thorns

I sit still, very still, head in hands, face to the floor, deadened to you, cold to others. I have gone against you, I have hurt her, Why? Why have I separated myself from you, nothing I can do, nothing I can say will change this, helplessly I sit confused on what my next steps ought to be. Apart from you, apart from your direction I am nothing I am lost, I walk aimlessly, blindly. I slowly lift my head now thankful that you have pulled me out of these thorns. That you take away the pain, that you take away the guilt, that you have removed these thorns from my skin, the thorns, the lies, that want to destroy me. Now I get up and continue forward with my destiny.