Subtle winds of purpose

Endless is the sea of thoughts  

I've been yearning to articulate,

And the sky of stellar ideas 

I've been meaning to convey.

Without a compass I navigate,

The subtle winds of purpose

I've been lacking to locate.

I'm leaving behind the land of lies

And stormy patterns of fear and anxiety. 

No more hiding and holding back,

On grounds for too long crawled upon.  

The road is now steep and slippery, 

But there's a light creeping through 

And purging water, unveiling, reality.

Author's Note

Do these fit together? Even though I wrote them one after the other, I'm not so sure they link in well. Thanks! Any other observations are welcome :)

Reviews

[Mr.Write]

Good poem. The interpretation I'm getting from it is that the speaker struggles with anxiety and some mental problems as well-by the sound of it most likely schizophrenia. But by the end he finds some sort of respite and gets back toto reality.

So yeah, they do work well together.

[thoughtfuldreamer]

I hadn't taken it that way, more the feeling of being lost, but yeah.. Cool interpretation, thanks!