Fleeting Success

From the back of the room, I watch you shine,

a trophy gripped in your small, hopeful spine.

Your laughter, a melody, fills every seam,

yet my heart races, tangled in dreams.

What if this moment is fleeting, unsure?

What if the world weeps and breaks at the door?

Yet as you beam, my fears drift away,

for in your joy, I find courage to stay.

The shine of your future glimmers so bright,

reminding me gently, I must hold you tight.