Land Mines

People are filled with their own land mines and sometimes I fear the steps I take.

Waiting for either a subtle step or an explosion.

Treading with absolute anxiety, hoping for kind ground instead of fiery hate.

I watch the steps I take.

Sometimes I am not aware of the triggers which will propagate the fire to light that fuse.

I suppose I could run before that black powder turns red to avoid those blows of abuse.

Sometimes it takes time to recover from those fists.

Sometimes the bloody knuckles never cease from their pounding even when that mine no longer exist.

I watch the steps I take.

Always hoping for kind ground instead of fiery hate.