Cassandra

You hate her.

Don’t you?

I know I would.

Everything comes with a price.

You tried to warn them.

I know you did.

I think I would have.

They never listen.

Do they?

I know.

They want proof.

They always want proof.

Do they really think we didn’t have any?

You and I

We’re always prepared.

We see ahead.

We know.

They don’t,

So they question.

They let anger consume them.

Everything comes with a price.

It’s lonely.

Is it not?

To know,

But for them to doubt

Until you question who you are.

It was meant to be a gift.

Most days it is a curse.

I know.

Did you see me,

Struggling in your example?

I see you,

In my mind’s eye

Just as I see Her.

Her intentions are hard to judge.

I know you.

You want to believe in her intentions.

You fought of the haze of emotions

Like me.

We all succumb

In one way or another.

Tell me,

Was it worth it?

Were you lonely even then?

Is your gift inside me now?

Would it have been better

If you doubted more?

When I take the gift,

Will it become my curse?

Or will I save

What you could not?

I think I know, Sister.

It will consume us.

I think you knew.

Everything comes with a price.