diana

What is happening?

I am in a prophecy, stuck in history,
seeing patterns but
an Oedipus unable to escape them
But are there real signs - real marks?
It could all entirely be in my head, lost in a
dense forest somewhere. The feelings I've found here are about
to cut me to pieces. (Or at least cut all my ties)

Am I a replica? Some say history is meant for
learning from, others try to build a framework that looks
like every era. If I can see a framework, am I in one?
And can I move? My breath doesn't blow anything
away, it only makes me realize how tight my chest feels.

This is the question, which may not even be relevant:
Do my parents maintain an equal relationship?
Is there real love and respect? Is that possible
for anyone?

Otherwise, it's not worth it. Please let me be alone,
a lone Diana, but with arrows pointing to the clouds.

If it is all nothing, and I'm running past trees, then
I'll reach the clearing. I'll be out of breath but, as stated,
that won't mean very much. I'll kill the shadow then run home.