wrought

wrought iron is strong and malleable and becomes stronger the more its worked and has a melting point of 2804°f

I feel the first stage of burning at 118°f and my skin is destroyed at 162°f

I am hardly a wrought thing of anything, lush with flesh and a higher percentage of carbon. I am being worked by the day-to-day and the hands that've dug themselves in keep digging themselves in

the grind is making me stronger. stronger than what though? stronger for what? just enough for this weak body to live on for one more day and for one more day and for one more day?

finish me off at 1400-1800°f reducing me to a fine ash to be sprinkled upon the oceans

there I'll be dispersed, across great distances I will make my rounds. wrought by nature to become a stronger piece of my surroundings. a thing of everything

(Image from grunge.com)