Harmony can stifle hope
by binding dreams within its rope.
It pulls us close and pulls us near.
No need for change or risking fear
by rumpling what has gone before
and risking opening the door
that leads to other worlds outside.
More comfortable just to hide.
Pull the familiar close around
when strangers share the truth they’ve found.
Are they strictly on the level?
Are they savior or devil?
View other cultures with mistrust.
Do not let them break your crust.
What you are is all you’ll be.
There’s no room for variety.
Thus do some cultures stay the same,
insular and safe and tame,
their rules structured straight and tight,
and perhaps for some it’s right.
But for that individual
who finds the repetition dull,
who finds the limitations tough,
mere harmony is not enough.
From the time that they are tykes,
first venturing out upon their trikes,
In their dreams, they journey far
from Mozambique to Zanzibar.
The world looms wide as they break loose
from ties that have become a noose.
They venture far and venture wide
to fill out all that space inside.
The prompt words today were hope, beware, rumple and harmony. Here are the links: