To love, even if it confirms all your worst suspicions about the brutality of a human heart. To not sabotage the good things when they arrive...to just be.

Brianna Wiest

Fears of the fox, by AngelBrynner.

I am grateful for the courage of a blanket on grass,

For the whiff of whiskey on my tongue,

Up against the roses that love me back , egging me on...

The fears of the fox are outshone by my own

Yet still,

I sit,

Finally.

Unwilling to go it alone.

-Angel Brynner©2025.