Conkered!

I came
I saw
I played conkers.

I felt denied a pleasure
as mine was too small.
But it had a life of its own.
Tiny little piece of wood
I knew it could 
conquer
the bigger existance.
It had great resistance.

Small
and yet insistant.
begin what it had started
not ready to fall,
rising above expectations
of itself
smashed...
but rising
a little grain
a little salt
bury me
but
i
will contiue the fight
not yet contrite

place me in a subtle soil
nourish me
and time will tell.
I will conquer that conker!

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