So Close

Upon the precipice of dreams I stood,

An echo of success, misunderstood.

The summit's breath, a whisper near,

Yet fate played tricks, and I found fear.

The path, a journey of hope and strife,

Each step, a dance with the threads of life.

With visions painted in hues of gold,

I climbed the peaks, my story told.

The summit beckoned with a silent call,

Promised conquest, though shadows fall.

Almost there, I grasped the prize,

But fate, capricious, veiled my eyes.

A fragile bridge, ambition's span,

Yet shattered dreams slipped through my hand.

The echoes of almost, haunting, near,

A poignant melody, a note unclear.

The taste of triumph lingered close,

Yet destiny, capricious, chose to impose.

A near miss, a tale untold,

A quest incomplete, a story cold.

In the silence of the almost-done,

I faced the setting of the sun.

Yet in the shadows of my might-have-been,

I found the strength to rise again.

For failure, a teacher stern and wise,

Unveils the truth in our disguise.

In falling short, we learn to soar,

To chase the dreams, forevermore.

So let the echoes of almost fade,

As new horizons await, unscathed.

A journey's end, another's start,

A resilient flame within the heart.