The Clay of life

we all take life for granite. Life needs to slow down, and grow as we bild the pots of our lives

Life is like clay. Everyday shapes us into what we will become. Threw fire and hardship we survive to be shaped and finished, Like the pots of Pompeii we leave our history in our lives to the dust and ashes that remain. We can't know the people of Pompeii but we can see their stories in ash, ruin and the pots they left behind. We like clay are shaped through fire and trialed in error, and now stand before you as the pots on the shelves and the dust under our nails.

Reviews

[Wild Rose]

Yes we are moulded by those we meet along the way > there are some though who are not sufficiently malleable to be permanently shaped
They are usually called rebels >>> misunderstood individuals they are

[Taniska 😊€..]

I like your poem because it reveals the truth (smiles) 😊 keep writing.

[LazerRays]

This is a great story! The symbolism is great- clay is a powerful comparison. This was a very enjoyable piece :)

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

this is a very clever comparison i hadnt thought of us like this before moulded like a pottery item clay very well written enjoyed the read, thankyou for entering my competition!