I am a conker
A discarded shell on the ground.
My spiky exterior once housed new life. The rough edges of my shell have a soft white centre, ready to grow and protect that within it.
I grew as it grew and I opened myself, tearing apart to let life out. The life continued to grow without me. A seed growing into a tree. Bringing joy.
Now I lie barren. So empty. Ready, in my heart, to grow another life. So ready to share more love. Ready to protect, to shelter and to give. To give myself. To grow more and, to once again, open myself, break my shell and allow life out.
But instead I lie. With the leaves of Autumn. Brown and red. Like blood.
I was a conker. I gave life.
I have more life to give.
Please let me grow life again.