
And with her breath of life,
she is a gale; a mover of clouds.
She knows no atmospheric bounds
to limit her dimensions.
She is proud.
And with his breath of life,
he is a gale; a mover of clouds.
He knows no atmospheric bounds
to limit his dimensions.
He is proud.
And with their breath of life,
they are a gale; a mover of clouds.
They know no atmospheric bounds
to limit their dimensions.
They are proud.
And with our breath of life,
we are a gale; are movers of clouds.
We know no atmospheric bounds
to limit our dimensions
and we are proud.
About the Creator
Michael Sheehan
I am a 37-year-old, disabled poet and writer. I live with cerebral palsy and I write as a voice from the margins. Representation is so very important to me!




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