I was afraid and they gave me guts.
I was alone and they made me love.
Round that wild heat they built a furnace
and in the torment smelted me.
Out of my fragments came design:
I was assembled. I moved, I worked,
I grew receptive. Thanks to them
I have fashioned me.
Who am I?
From: http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poems/riddle-me-ree
Date: 1971
By: Joseph Todd Gordon MacLeod (Adam Drinan) (1903-1984)
From Troubles of The World 