For the River of Prose and Poetry Contest, a double ethere
heights where no one
can reach, the zenith;
but will my goal be met
with this weak attitude of
mine that crumbles under hurdles
like a pack of cards and wrenches hard
like a helpless captive struggling to flee?
For that I need perseverance, strong will;
that will break through even the iron
walls of depression and sorrow.
Become strong and overcome
all the impediments.
I have to conquer
my feebleness and
weak psyche to
Form: Double Ethere