The Power of Me

Tell me that my one voice 
will start a choir chanting so loud 
that it brings silence to whispers of fear and doubt. 

that my tears will melt into 
streams of rivers 
tides of oceans
waves of hurricanes
that break through chains.

That my soft whistle will blow
into tornado winds whose spins control
destructive forces that lay our land.

That my pen will never run out of ink,
and my fingers will never cramp.
That my creations won’t die from old age.

that I will dig tunnels so deep into souls
that it goes through their future
and reaches into their past. 
That when my bare and buried body
is leeching into the ground
I will breed titans of flowers
at the heart of the forest

My gardens will grow
past millions of lifetimes.
And I will be blowing kisses
to God for the gift of my eternal life.