Up and Down

She found the sweet smell of success,
Opened doors, for her to access,
Slowly she left the others behind,
In her race, she aced the grind,
On her way, she amassed a following,
Winds of fame, toward her, were blowing,
Yearning for the sparkle of victory,
Soon, her life became contradictory,
Once at the top, she realized,
Of all the devious designs devised,
Her world collapsed like a pack of cards,
She was left picking up the shards.