For Wai Bee
From the whispers of a dreaming heart
Blossoms a wildflower so strong and serene;
She stands tall amidst the chaff
Her confidence emerging from within.
She is not alone -
Oh, never!
Her nearest and dearest fight for her
Carry her, and love on her.
Through her quill, her scroll of stories,
Silent struggles become soulful songs;
Faltering voices are heard
Wilted plants begin to bloom again.
Underestimate her at your own peril.
~Adelynne Ong, Mar 2025
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