Thisle within

I am a human stuck within the thisle of the world,
In the midst of the fog, trapped within the vines, pulled to the ground,
Emotianaly beaten down.
Giving up hope that there is no place for me to go
I gave up hope, back in twenty sixteen
 Feeling trapped within a black berry forest in the fog.
Surrounded by unfaithful humans,
Giving in to the real world
Trying my hardest to blend in.
But then,
Breaking out of the thisle
To escape to a greater place,
To thrive to live a new life,
Gaining strength in the middle of twenty seventeen

In the thisle of the world, in the midst of the fog
I pray  knowing my sins,
Trying to keep away from the thisle within
Hoping someday I will be forgiven.