a wolverine-kind who she recognises on October
aware that it hurts to grow claws between fingers but yet
it genetically, mutant-ically there
through days are bad
but she doesn’t want to feel like a rat or a monster
Maleficent, Joker or any infamous villains she watched in October
and not to feel humane because she doesn’t save the world either
by reducing straws usage and more claws usage… on opening glass bottles
There she comes and wonders
for how meaningless is she having claws
while trapped in the rumbling sea
clueless on how to set a sail with a sense of ‘directionally right’
although ocean is her favourite home
but October is really… not a perfect timing to go on tomorrow’s race
Nobody can forecast storms will come eventually
Really… and nobody agree or even believe, by having claws
will somehow ease her life, help her to swim faster or dive deeper
“Just so you remember,” said the wise Elder,
“everything gold is waiting its time to shine.”
May you find the shrine
where everything unpleasant
will not piss you off, anymore
Carry on, claws!
And careful of not getting people hurts!
Somehow in the middle of nowhere,
she found no difference between ocean and shore; between bad days and nice days.
She shall expresses her gratitude to The Boat, who helps her finding shores during moments in the ocean, where she curses her useless claws. In the middle of rescue The Boat gone astray though, but she managed to swims with confidence as her life vest, and at the end stands on her own feet.
Live must go onlive is going on, keep swimming, she hustles.