Cassandra Poem by Laurence Overmire

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