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Road Work

March 19, 2021 by Deanna Repose Oaks

I am the cone on Abbey Road
The one standing innocently, miles away from the hurt
The one picked up, screamed at, thrown in the gutter
Picked up again, hurled across the street
To be run over by a dump truck
Miles from a hurt I didn’t cause
Blamed for a failure I had no part in
Burdened with the task of putting myself back together

To bounce back to help you see your way
Standing straight and true
Bright orange, reflecting God’s light
Through the horrors that have nothing to do with me
Showing the path over the broken road
Leading to safety all that traverse through the road work

Only to be picked up, screamed at, and hurled once again

Soon the rubber won’t bounce back
There will be no standing tall
Just shards of the once bright, once reflective surfaces
Left on Abbey Road to be washed into the gutters
Out into the sea; forever lost with the next rain

* Not the road cone from Abbey Road

Filed Under: Random Poetry Tagged With: burdens, help, hurt, safety, standing tall

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