The image that captures my life is clay. Most people would not think of clay as being their image, but it fits me perfect. In the beginning, clay is just a block until it is molded. My life started out the same way. As time went by, I was able to mold my life to my liking. If I do not like the outcome of my sculpture, I can always start over and create a new sculpture. The foundation is strong and is there for me to make it anyway I want it to be. It may seem like a difficult task, but my motivation makes it easier to see the bigger picture. We all have the opportunity to turn our block of clay into a beautiful lion. The lion represents the king of the jungle, and after my clay has been molded to my perfection, I will be the king of my jungle. The block of clay is my life, and it up to me what will be the final outcome of that block of clay.
The poem that I am comparing my image to is "Home-Baked Bread" by Croft. Just as the image in this poem, it perfectly fits with my tone. When we think of Home-Baked Bread we can literally smell being cooked in the kitchen. The same is with my image. "Step into my kitchen, I have prepared a cunning triumph for you." When my story is told, you can see the clay being sculptured right before your eyes. Before the bread is baked, it is a big ball of dough. Also, before I am molded, I am just a block of clay. "See how the heat rises when the bread opens." Both images start off one way, but the end results is well-worth it. There is not much differences between the two images. "I'll make you tea with honey and slices of warm bread spread with peach butter." To bake the perfect bread, it take patience and skills. Patience and skills are also needed to mold the perfect sculpture of my life.