Cassandra

There is no joy in being Cassandra To see what others are too Blind to see To be ridiculed and mocked For an untimely gift To be reviled Ostracized Shunned Why is it people Cannot recognize or understand The meaning Of love? Why would anyone risk so much If the burden of love Were not so great? Truth is love In the end And love is truth. It is a gift many Take with them to their graves But they die knowing The sanctity of their vision Their solitary, inviolable truth Was upheld For the betterment of All. ~ Laurence Overmire