The Curse of Cassandra

Cursed to know, but never to be heard

 

The Curse of Cassandra

 

I have a special power   a rarity

Wisdom revealed   the future I see

Apollo saw fit then to curse me

And give my words no validity

           

I have heard in my nightly dreams

What may come in the days ahead

Still, you say to me so it only seems

These are only thoughts in your head

 

My visionary words are suppressed

By skeptics and those in eternal denial

As a woman I am even more oppressed

It hardly makes the gift worthwhile

 

I was once frustrated and depressed

Seeing only destruction and death

Now thoughts are rarely confessed

I have learned not to waste my breath

 

Let them all squabble, bicker and fight

Let the story   let history unfold as it may

Who knows in the end what is truly right

The larger plan is not for me to say

 

Knowing the events of tomorrow

Are not half as important you see

As understanding your past sorrow

And being open so completely

 

Our destiny, our tomb, our sealed fate

Is only locked securely in place

When we refuse to think and contemplate

When the truth we refuse to face

 

Author's Note

This appeared in my book "Persephone's Echo" in 2008.