aren’t you afraid to go to those places?*
must i fear to live?
no, you say,
and even add: of course not!
why, then, should i deprive myself
from experiencing a loving embrace
in countries that enchant me
by people so beautiful inside and out
who despite my lack of their tongue
show their desire
to understand me
was i afraid to journey here?
of course not! no!
love is here for all
© hülya n. yılmaz, August 8, 2018
[*This poem draft is an actual account of my experience back in the States. A pure-hearted dear one had asked me this question when I told her/him about my travel plans for the summer this year. As soon as s/he heard my destinations -Jordan, Palestine, Morocco, Tunisia, Macedonia and Kosovo, the above-quoted question popped up. The rest is . . . history, repeating itself: The fear of the unknown. May you live only love-filled, i.e. fearless days!]