We are not promised

Let's remember that we aren't promised anything

We aren't promised much of anything

Though we might think at a point we are

The suffocating moments defining us for later on

We aren't promised love

As we are taught by our first heartbreak

Where she never looked at me like they did

We aren't promised life

As we are told by the countless accidents around us

Unexpected unlike we would think

As much as I want to be promised happiness

You have to make your own promises

And hope for a brighter tomorrow

Author's Note

It's always hard to become an adult I say.

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Gosh, Padle!
Yours are such deep, wise, and understanding-filled words from so tender a poetess, but from reading through the extent of your offered poetic renderings, I'm really not all that surprised life has given you such depth of insight.
Yes, we must learn how to be open to all you've mentioned, how to receive, enjoy, and embrace it, honor and protect it, but very importantly, how to appreciate and return it twofold.
Unusual for one so young? True! Appealing and magnetic to the senses? Of course! What poetess or bard would no relish having the ability to express thought, feeling, and emotion so beautifully and candidly — as you have here … excellent, M'Lady!
I bow most humbly and gratefully for the pleasure you have furnished us, Dear Pedle … big hug of thanks! ⁓ Richard

[Norman 223]

There is a saying,,,"There is no such thing as a free lunch". As you point out, we are promised nothing, but if we have the will, we can exploit both our strengths and our weakness in striving. Some success may come with little effort,but even failure can bring knowledge (which is a form of success anyway).
You have obviously looked at this from many aspects in this poem, and approached it in a mature way, so perhaps becoming an adult is not so hard, after all.

Norman .

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree.
"As much as I want to be promised happiness
You have to make your own promises
And hope for a brighter tomorrow"
We create our chances. We must attempt great things to have success in our life. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[LastMonth]

Well, I don't want to repeat what others have said but this is a nice poem.
I usually have more to say when it comes to stories, since I'm not really sure how to improve poems.
I'll just say that your words ring true.

In hebrew we have a saying that goes,
'God helps those who help themselves.'

This seems alot like what I got from your poem,
Nothing is promised to us by anyone else.
We have to make our own promises to ourselves, and keep them.

Thanks for the poem.

[Inject Positivity]

Excellent!! There is nothing in this that is guaranteed... The only thing you have is today and this moment... This is a mortal world... So we must be aware of that there is nothing that has been promised to us, every single moment is a new one, far far different from the past moments... "we aren't promised life", very true, it is indeed a universal truth... You have excellently presented a message which most of us forget and feel that our promises never been met...

Such a beautiful thought provoking write and I loved the examples you used in the poem to convey your message...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Centipedle]

Thank you for the read and for the comment as well.

[AliciaB]

This poem is poignant and true. We tend to think that certain things will automatically come our way, even though there's never any guarantee of that. I like the line "The suffocating moments defining us for later on" - the image of "suffocating moments" is very cool, and very accurate. The next two stanzas are also painfully sincere (though I think maybe it's supposed to be "love" instead of "loved" in the first line of the first one, perhaps?) My favorite line is "We aren't promised life" because it expresses an idea that I rarely think about, but that is terrifyingly true. There's no guarantee that any of us will be alive tomorrow - morbid, perhaps, but undeniably correct. However, even though these things can be rather depressing to ponder, this poem comes to a more hopeful conclusion, which I like. Just because we aren't "promised" beautiful things doesn't mean they cannot be attained. They are possible, but we have to work for them, both for ourselves and for others. This is a lovely poem that really got me thinking about some deep ideas, which is great. Nicely done! Keep up the good work!

[Centipedle]

Thank you for bringing my typoe to my attention xD I'll be sure to fix it after this ^^. I appreciate your comment and it was meant to get you thinking. Recently my life's been a spiral of stressful moments. Now that I'm becoming an adult I'm only just starting to notice a lot of things - and my real life tends to be what fuels my poetry.

[AliciaB]

You are most welcome! :) I'm entering that stage of life as well. Hang in there! You can do it!