The Persian Stormwind

I find myself constantly facing the battering waves of life in a much stronger force than warranted, and I know I am in a maelstrom.

I desire to know which way to set my sail, so that I may be free of the oppressive winds and thunders.

Is she a gust of fresh wind, meant to liberate me, or is she in the pattern of the entrapping whirlwind I have falsely followed prior?

Or, am I even my own captain? The strength of my hands on the steering against the forces of the gales... Am I even my own captain?