Destiny Poem by Kristen Brewster

I am not understanding these
feelings that churn up inside my heart.
Or is it my stomach that is affected?
For it rolls as if it is a daughter wave in the ocean.
My shaking hands are clasped tightly in my lap, and
my eyes slowly drift to the right, hoping
to catch a glimpse.

'Stop shaking! ' I whisper to my hands.
'Stop pounding! ' I hiss at my heart.
'You are not supposed to feel this way! '

Yet my my mind cannot control my eyes as they glance
over at your tall, proud form.
Why?
Why must my mind think this way?
My hands are now gripping the chair arms.

I shift my eyes to the window, the sight of the full moon
catching my eyes.
My heart starts to swell at the sight and thought. Am I to believe
that this is my destiny?
How can that be?
I glance back in your direction, my heart pattering still.
I always thought destiny was a funny thing.