Being used

Dandelion

The battle between good and evil lives in the back of my mind

I choose good, I choose love.

But I am often disappointed as it seems that choice is never the right one.

I grow from my experiences; I grow like weeds in the cracks of the driveway.

People pick me the way they pick a dandelion.

I am used for their wishes,

And what is left of me is tossed to the ground,

blown away by the wind.

I try to grow again,

But like a weed, I grow in unwanted places.

 And I am picked from my roots once more,

Only for the disappointment to repeat itself.

And in this battle between good and evil in the back of my mind,

I still can not help but to choose good, to choose love.