Am I ready?
Rumors and whispers linger through my head,
you're too small, out of shape, falling behind,
only a month away, need to get myself together.

Will I be ready?
Others seem ready to jump in with the seniors,
working in the dark, fighting for myself,
the day closes in and my focus narrows.

Do they think I’m ready?
Not even close, they scoff at my progress,
underestimate my will,
regret is all that awaits in their future.

Think I’m ready now?
I hope you’ve prepared yourself,
there’s no stopping now,
My future awaits, and I’m not slowing down.