Steps in life sometimes
bring one to a mind-field.
Often hitting hard
to disable and crush
with accidents that mane.

Other times it explodes quietly
sneaking up on one
with debris that goes deep into heart.

He cheated on me
with not even a sign.
Shared intimacy with one
way different than me.
And squandered thousands
on trips, wine and roses
never traveled, smelled, or tasted.

Our dance forever was littered with mind fields
set off at a moments notice
until separated was inevitable.

Now I live exchanging mind-fields
for visions of fireworks.
Pyrotechnics of beauty,
that remind me I’m better off.