Will I make it?

i'm skipping along the sidelines,
awaiting up for my turn at startline,
great athletes have gone on before,
one question in my mind still lingers,
will i make it?

i'm nervous and jittery as name is called,
years of practice rolled up in a few strides,
the time when i either doubt of faith wins,
truth is doubt seemed to weigh me down,
will i make it?

crouched down on the hard rock earth,
as my mind focused on the finish line,
so close, yet so far or so it seemed,
the weight on my mind heavier still,
will i make it?

the gun went off and i sprung to my heels,
racing against my own self that doubted me,
breathing hard as adrenaline kept pumping,
the finish line finally in view,
i got to make it.