Your turmoil and some of your stubbornness have embittered life. Alas, you have turned every single wound into a shaker of salt.

The poet speaks to a relentless inner turmoil and stubbornness that has stripped life of its sweetness, turning everything bitter. There is a remarkably painful metaphor here: instead of merely having salt rubbed into wounds, each wound has itself become a salt-shaker, constantly generating and intensifying its own burn. It captures the tragic human condition where our own restless obsessions ensure that our deepest heartaches never truly heal.